All quiet on the farm front

Springfield OR

Description

I walk through the foyer and pause, like I’ve done every time since that day; remembering his kiss. He closed his eyes and I only did for a second, much like sneaking a peak during grace. I wanted to know his secrets and I didn’t know what I would miss. My first real kiss. His hands on my back and me on my tippy toes. I was hoping to taste bliss. I was correct in assuming I’d be a real lucky girl if I ever got to do more than just imagineer this. I think about the far and the away and as a Baggins would say, “the journey back again.” It’s true you can’t come back again but I have thought at one time or another what it would be like being the big spoon in that farm life of his. I bet it’s nice. ☘️ I miss his strength the most, his laughter second best and I will forever remember his kiss fondly for it personifies him—sweet and unexpected.