Tuesdays With Tag - I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face...

 

"I've grown accustomed to her face

She almost makes the day begin

I've grown accustomed to the tune that

She whistles grumbles night and noon

 

Her smiles, her frowns
Her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in

 

I was serenely independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again
And yet 

I've grown accustomed to her look
Accustomed to her voice
Accustomed to her face"

 Bella will turn two this month. Time flies when you share your life with a Lab.

We'll party later in the month. 

I'll see you again in seven. 'til then...  

"Chase A Dream - Or A Squirrel".