Talent is found in the roughest places, purest of hearts. Sparked within the dearest little ones, and the sower reaps a plentiful harvest after the rain of Encouragement is showered down. The cycle begins with you.
To my Mama. Who gave me life, a safe home, and kept me on my toes every day. I have peace of mind, for certain, knowing you are where you belong: at rest. Long. Lasting. Merciful rest. The most beautiful woman to live. The most beautiful woman to me.
With Love,
Your Peter