Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

 

(source)

I don't know how this keeps happening, but tomorrow pretty much marks the middle of the month of October. Once again the pages are slipping off the calendar as quickly as quick can be.  Mind we have had a lot to contend with this month so it really shouldn't be surprising.

Eileen was really uncomfortable yesterday. My heart breaks to see her feeling the way that she does. Its the stitches down below that are causing her so much pain. I helped her to go to the loo first thing this morning and she said it didn't seem quite as bad as yesterday, but it's still bad. There are no pain killers left now so it's Tylenol all the way. Lets hope it helps to ease the discomfort a bit.

I read through her medical papers last night to see if I was missing something, looking up some of the terms on Google. Stage one Endometrial cancer, which is good because that means it was caught early.  They removed everything including the ovaries, fallopian tubes, uterus and did something to the lymph glands. I am surprised  that she is not in more pain than she is to be honest.

I am so proud of my girl. She is being so brave through all of this. Never a complaint or a whine, just a quiet "I wish this was all over." If I could take it all from her I would.

Needless to say we will not be going to the Big Scoop this week. She had hoped that she would be able to go to Tim Hortons a few times this week, but that's not going to happen either. It will in time. Just not yet.

 

(source)

Its a rainy day out there today. just light at the moment. I am not sure how much heavier it will get but it promises to be cool today as well. I had my heat on for a little bit yesterday. And I will no doubt put it on for a little bit today. I have to say, however, my place seems to hold the heat well. Being the middle unit I am protected on either side of me so only get wind when it is coming from the front or the back. A great blessing for sure.

 

(source)

Moonlit Apples

At the top of the house the apples are laid in rows,

And the skylight lets the moonlight in, and those

Apples are deep-sea apples of green. There goes

A cloud on the moon in the autumn night.

A mouse in the wainscot scratches, and scratches, and then

There is no sound at the top of the house of men

Or mice; and the cloud is blown, and the moon again

Dapples the apples with deep-sea light.

They are lying in rows there, under the gloomy beams;

On the sagging floor;  they gather the silver streams

Out of the moon, those moonlit apples of dreams,

And quiet is the steep stair under.

In the corridors under there is nothing but sleep,

And stiller than ever on orchard boughs they keep

Tryst with the moon, and deep is the silence, deep

On moon-washed apples of wonder.

~John Drinkwater (1882 - 1937)

I thought I would share this poem with you. I loved it and I thought you might as well. What a talent it is to be able to string words together in such a way as you paint a picture in the eyes and heart of another being with just them . . . and nothing else.

 

(source)

We had a visit from the Sister Missionaries on Monday.  This is the first time we have had Missionaries here in our area for a couple of years now. Eileen really enjoyed their visit. The girls bring a slightly different spirit with them than the boys do. One of them has not long since begun her mission and the other is only a month or so away from finishing hers. It was really nice to have them in my home. I promised them a recipe for sour dough bread so I best do that today. I am not sure if they have a sour dough starter or not. But it wouldn't surprise me if they did.

I have not begun a starter here. I had a good one working when I was still in the U.K. and I even had jars of dried starter that I could reactivate, but I was afraid to bring them with me because of customs, etc. From time to time I toy with the idea of starting a new one, but I never get past the toying stage. I don't have a lot of space to keep one going.

 

(source)

My sister had our father up to New Minas yesterday to the eye doctors to see what is going on with his sight. I have thought his right eye looked wonky for a while now.  There is nothing wrong with his eyes, they are both healthy except that the right eye, which is the one he always squints or shuts does not move. So they are setting up a CT scan in the next to see what might be causing that. To check his brain to see if anything is going on there that doesn't show up when they look in his eye. They said it is a good sign that his eye is not swollen. Cindy will be taking him back to the Ophthalmologist in a month's time to see what's up.

My sister is such a treasure. The way she takes care of dad is a credit to her.  And you know, when she was a teenager, dad was not particularly nice to her.  He said to me not that long ago how much he appreciated her care and I said to him I bet he wishes he had been nicer to her way back then. 

He's become quite incontinent in recent weeks and has fallen out of bed at least twice. My sister is a saint.  The way she cares for dad and the way she takes Bailey back and forth to Sheila's almost every day. Sheila always tells everyone that Cindy is babysitting Bailey, but the truth is Bailey is my sister's now pretty much.  They are just waiting for a space in a care home for Sheila according to one of the carers my sister spoke to. She is not competent enough to care for herself any longer.  Sad to say.

 

(source)

My ex dropped off a new pair of trainers to Eileen on Sunday afternoon. I guess he has another pair ordered as well, at least I understood him to say that.  He's been texting her each day to see how she is doing. Yesterday he told her that they had had 23 people at his place for Thanksgiving Dinner. My daughter and her family were down from Halifax, and probably my son and his family from the next town over and who knows who all else. The grands were playing football in the front yard he said. I try not to let these things bother me. I have not seen my daughter since Eileen's wedding 14 years ago. Nor heard from her either. I did message her the other night to ask her a question about Eileen's condition, hoping she would be able to help me with something. She is a nurse practitioner and I thought she would be able to help. I could see where she had read it, but she never responded.  It is what it is and there is not a lot that I can do about it.  Not really. But I would be lying if I said it didn't make me feel sad. 

 

(source)

Another few weeks and we will have trick or treaters at the door. Eileen is looking forward to handing out the candy this year.  I have a few boxes of chocolate bars in, but I think I better get a few other bits so that we have enough. I always worry about running out. Even when my kids were small I would worry that I was going to run out of candy to hand out. I even dreamt about it. Anxiety dreams. I have them about all the holidays and they are always the same, it is the day and I haven't prepared enough. Not for Thanksgiving, not Halloween, not Christmas, not Easter . . .  funny that. I have no idea why.

 

(source)

I was sitting here looking out the window yesterday while Eileen was having her nap. We are a street of older women, mostly unattached. There is only one of us that has a husband, and that is Zillah on my right hand side.  He's a dear.  He has helped me to fix my bird feeder and I just know did I ask him for help with anything he would help.  Zillah also. Good, good people.  I think the next street over is also older single women as well. Most of us will end up on our lonesome in our old age, unless we are really blessed. Women generally outlive their husbands it is said.  Also in the case of divorce or separation, men are always a lot quicker to find someone else.  It's easier for them. Not so easy for women.  Men have a much larger pool to pick from. I discovered that when I found myself single in my early 40's. Men in their 40's didn't want a woman in her 40's, neither did many men in their 50's. They wanted much younger women, and had no trouble finding them.  Its funny how that goes.  When men look in the mirror at themselves, they see Adonis . . .  women, when they look in the mirror see reality. haha

Although, I'll be honest here, I have seen a few reels on IG of women in their 70's and 80's (clearly) acting and dressing etc. like they are in their 40's. I don't get that personally, but who am I to judge.

And with that I will close this off and leave you with a thought for the day . . . 

☾ ° ★° * 。  

• ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • •。★★ 。* 。
° 。 ° ˛˚˛ * _Π_____*。*˚
˚ ˛ •˛•˚ */______/~＼。˚ ˚ ˛
˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★

*Don't give to get.

Give to inspire others to give.

~Simon Sinex

In The English Kitchen today, Fluffy Buttermilk Drop Biscuits. Simple, delicious and on the table in less than half an hour.

I hope you have a beautiful Wednesday.  Be happy. Be blessed. Don't forget!

═══════════ღೋƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღೋ═════════════ 

⊰✿░G░O░D⊰✿⊰L░O░V░E░S⊰✿⊰░Y░O░U░⊰✿

═══════════ ღೋƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღೋ ════════════  

And I do too!    

   

A Day Book . . .

 

FOR TODAY, October 13, 2026

OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ...

Its very chilly out this morning. But Partly sunny. This is a photo I took a few days back of some of the colours down the road.  It's such a pretty time of year. I love it.

 

(source)

I AM THINKING ...

I feel so bad for Eileen. She is in quite a bit of pain down below, and there doesn't seem to be a lot that I can do for her. I think it is the stitches drying and pulling. She has only one heavy duty pain killer left. After that it is Tylenol. I have gotten her Tylenol 1's. But I am not sure they will be strong enough. I keep hoping and praying that today will be better, but she was still in a lot of pain when I helped her to go to the loo earlier.

I AM ALSO THINKING ...

One day at a time. That is how we get through this. One day at a time. Dwell on the good and the blessings. We will get there.

I AM GRATEFUL FOR ...

A heart that chooses joy, even when it's the hardest choice to make.

 

(source)

I AM ALSO GRATEFUL FOR ...

This morning it is a warm sweater . . .  

IN THE KITCHEN ...

Slow Cooker Shredded Beef Tacos. A simple and delicious way to feed that taco craving. 

 

ON MY "TO COOK" LIST ...

Autumn Apple Yogurt Cake. From Stacey Snacks. It looks really good.

THIS I BELIEVE ...

What are we here for if not to serve one another?

 

(source)

SOMETHING THAT IS NICE ...

Misty autumn mornings. I love them. Then when the mist clears, a beautiful day.

 

(source)

SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS NICE ...

Covered bridges.

 

(source)

I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO ...

Eileen being pain free.

I AM WANTING TO CREATE ...

 

(source)

Autumn Leaves Table Runner 

 

(source)

A pretty needlebook  . . . 

 

(source)

A pretty pin cushion  . . . I love pin cushions  . . . 

 

(source)

A basket full of Santas  . . . 

 

(source)

Primitive angels . . . 

SOMETHING I ENJOY ...

Listening to Frank Sinatra sing  . . . 

SOMETHING ELSE I ENJOY ...

 

(source)

Homemade tomato soup  . . . 

I AM READING ...

STANDING FOR SOMETHING, by Gordon B Hinckley

10 neglected virtues that will heal our hearts and homes

In this national bestseller, the late president of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, Gordon B. Hinckley, has created a classic look at the values that can change our world--and how to stand up for them. Drawing on anecdotes from his much-admired life of faith and service, as well as examples from American culture today, he examines ten virtues that have always illuminated the path to a better world: love, honesty, morality, civility, learning, forgiveness and mercy, thrift and industry, gratitude, optimism, and faith. He then shows how the two guardians of virtue--marriage and the family--can keep us on that path, even in difficult times. 

Standing for Something is an inspiring blueprint for what we all can do--as individuals, as a nation, and as a world community--to rediscover the values and virtues that have historically made us strong and that will lead us to a brighter future.

I have read this before. It is not a bad thing to review something inspiring like this every now and then.

THINGS THAT CATCH MY FANCY ...

 

(source)

Polka Dots  . . . 

 

(source)

Granny squares  . . . 

 

(source)

Cast iron beds  . . . .

 

(source)

Red, white and blue  . . . 

 

(source)

Anything pretty  . . . 

MAKES ME SMILE ...

 

(source)

Puppies  . . . . 

SOMETHING TO WATCH ...

Netflix . . .  I love things like this.

A THOUGHT TO CARRY WITH YOU ...

☾ ° ★° * 。  

• ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • •。★★ 。* 。
° 。 ° ˛˚˛ * _Π_____*。*˚
˚ ˛ •˛•˚ */______/~＼。˚ ˚ ˛
˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★

*The world is full of

magic things, patiently

waiting for our senses to 

grow sharper.

~Yeats 

And that is my daybook for this week!  Thanks always for being here!

  ⋱ ⋮ ⋰

⋯ ◯ ⋯ Take time to enjoy the small *´¯`.¸¸.☆

  ⋰ ⋮ ⋱ blessings in life.*´¯`.¸¸.☆ 

✿¸.•*¨`*•..✿✿¸.•*¨`*•..✿ ✿¸.•*¨`*•..¸✿ ✿¸.•*¨`*•..¸✿ ✿¸.•*¨`*•. ╬♥═╬╬═♥=╬╬═♥╬╬═♥╬╬═♥=╬╬♥═╬♥╬╬═♥╬╬═♥=╬╬♥╬

░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░ ░░░░░░░░░░░░ 

Have a beautiful day!  Don't forget!  

═══════════ღೋƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღೋ═════════════ 

⊰✿░G░O░D⊰✿⊰L░O░V░E░S⊰✿⊰░Y░O░U░⊰✿

═══════════ ღೋƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღೋ ════════════  

And I do too!    

   

Small and Wonderful Things . . .

 

"The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But who gets excited by a mere penny? It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted with pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get." ~Anne Dillard 

 A few of the small and wonderful things which bring untold joy into my life. It's the small things in life which truly mean the most. Simple abundance . . . it's the best. 

 

(source)

This weekend is the Canadian Thanksgiving and this year our cup runneth over with Thanksgiving. It is hard not to be grateful. First and foremost we are grateful that Eileen is okay.  Yes, she is in a fair bit of pain. It has only been a week today since she had her operation, but hopefully things will begin to improve slowly but surely. I think the worst is the stitches below as they dry and pull.

She is such a brave soul and takes it all with courage.  I have not heard her whine once, or complain. She will wince, but then immediately says, "I'm okay, I'm okay." When clearly she isn't.

I went to the drugstore yesterday afternoon while she was having a nap to get her some more you know what's and spoke to the chemist. Her pain killers are about gone now. She only has enough left for today. I got some Tylenol one's for her and the chemist recommended this water squirter thingie to fill with warm water and bath her lady bits with whenever she uses the loo.  And TUCS to wipe with, which we were already doing. She finds having a shower to be very soothing so we have been having lots of those.

I am tired, but it's a good tired. I am blessed to be here and to be able to help my daughter in this way. It is a special priviledge.

We were not able to get out to Cindy's for dinner. Eileen just couldn't face sitting in a normal chair. (She finds it more comfortable to sit slightly reclined in my easy boy.) Eileen was disappointed, but Cindy brought a lovely dinner to us. It was beautiful.  There was the roast chicken of course.  Stuffing (our mom's recipe) squash, turnips, potatoes, carrots, sweet potatoes, gravy and homemade cranberry sauce.  It was all so delicious and then for dessert a lovely blueberry crumble pie.  Eileen enjoyed a slice with some vanilla ice cream on top. I still haven't had mine. I had some mint jelly in the refrigerator, which Eileen likes with her Thanksgiving dinner. A tradition she picked up from her husband's family.

It was such a kind and loving gesture on my sister's part, for which we were truly thankful.  We missed being with family, of course. That is always the best part for me, but there will be other Thanksgivings and the important thing is that Eileen is going to be okay in the long run and for that we are all really thankful.

 

(source)

I didn't get out to church yesterday. I didn't want to leave Eileen for that long, just in case, so I watched it online. (Eileen watched hers online as well.)  It was a beautiful service. I didn't get to partake of the sacrament of course, but I did get to listen to the talks.  We have two young Sister Missionaries in our area now.  The first missionaries we have had in this are for several years.  They each gave a talk and they were brilliant. I really got a lot out of them. 

I have been relistening also to the talks from our latest conference. They are also very good. I listen to one every day in bed at night. It is a blessing to fall asleep with their inspiration on my mind.

I've been thinking of getting a small tattoo on my inside wrist. I was never one for tattoos really, but this is something I have wanted for a while. A small sparrow. You know how I love sparrows. They are a sweet reminder to me of God's presence in my life, His eye is on the sparrow  . . .  and I have felt His eye on me, especially over these past few years. I think this is the one I have decided on. Now I just have to go and have it done. I think my sister has more work that she wants done as well, so maybe we can do this together sometime.

I found this and it was too good not to share  . . . 

We have felt your many prayers on our behalf and we are thankful for them.  They have made a difference and we do so appreciate them, more than you can every know. 

Enough . . .  we have enough and we are grateful for that. Many people think that the windows of heaven opening means that they are going to become richer, famous, etc. but really the windows of heaven opening means that you have enough. If you have enough, you are already blessed beyond the hopes of many, many people in the world.

And with that I will leave you with a thought to carry with you  . . . 

☾ ° * 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ •

° * 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ •

•。★★ 。* 。
° 。 ° ˛˚˛ * _Π_____*。*˚
˚ ˛ •˛•˚ */______/~＼。˚ ˚ ˛
˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★

*Give thanks
for blessings already
on their way. 

In The English Kitchen today, Easy Pumpkin Streusel Bundt Cake.  This is a delicious pumpkin cake with a nice cinnamon flavour and a beautiful streusel filling. Not too sweet, just right, as a cake with coffee or tea or as a dessert with some ice cream or whipped cream.

I hope you have a beautiful day today. Whatever you get up to, I hope it blesses you in untold ways. Don't forget!

═══════════ღೋƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღೋ═════════════ 

⊰✿░G░O░D⊰✿⊰L░O░V░E░S⊰✿⊰░Y░O░U░⊰✿

═══════════ ღೋƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღೋ ════════════  

And I do too!    

   

All Things Nice . . .

 

 

(source)

Who made the pattern for a climbing rose,

Or set the rules by which a pine tree grows,

Who traced the first lines in a maple leaf,

To make it beautiful beyond belief.

Who made the chalk-white peppers on a shore,

The tiny seedlings in an apple core,

And who -- in some mysterious lovely realm

Fashioned the framework of a stately elm?

Who set the stars to shine above the Deep,

And gave the sea its mystery to keep,

Or made a pattern intricate as lace

That grub uses for his hiding place?

Who taught a wood-thrush all he seems to know,

Or a small brook, the way all waters flow,

Who taught a busy squirrel his bag of tricks,

A mother hen the way to feed her chicks?

Who told my heart to worship on bent knees

when I behold the mystery of these?

~Edna Jacques, Who?

The Hills of Home, 1952

I can still remember the time I cut an apple in half crosswise and saw the star in the middle. I remember being astonished.  Had this always looked like that? How could I have missed that secret held within the heart of an apple for all of those years gone before that moment?

Our world is full of  things and mysteries too beautiful to be able to explain how they came into existence. And we can try, hard as we can to set them to science and happenstance, but deep in my heart I know and have always know.  When my children were born and lay in my arms for the first time I was overwhelmed with the beauty and intricacy of their coming into being  . . .  fresh from God and handed over into my care. Their tiny fingers, curling with instinct around my own. So helpless and so amazingly intricate at the same time.  Their fingers may have wrapped around my own, but truth be told, I was wrapped around their little finger from the moment I knew they were there, growing . . . 

and I still am. 

The leaves were dancing yesterday. We had quite a windy day and Eileen and I enjoyed watching them dance across the pavement from across the street onto our front porch and off again.  We watched the dancing on the rooftops across the way, dashing down the street and then back up again. Breathtaking  . . . 

I am reminded of that scene in the Disney film Fantasia with the dancing leaves. I used to love that film when I was a child. The music and all of the different scenarios, all set in nature. I think my favorite one was the dancing toadstools, but I loved it all. Movie night tonight in our house, perhaps  . . .  we will watch Fantasia and I can be a child again, if only for a moment or two  . . .

 

(source)

I have always been a voracious reader.  Ever since I learned how to read I have found myself immersed in magical other worlds. I could never imagine not being able to read. I have my favorite books and characters, books that I will read again and again, revisiting them like old long lost friends from time to time, and they never fail to delight me.  

What if you could spend a full day with one of your favorite characters in a favorite book of yours? Who would you most like to do that with?

 I am such an indecisive person. When we go out to supper, Eileen and I, I will change my mind at least three or four times on the way as to where I want to go, and then, when the menu is in front of me,  I am sure I change my mind at least half a dozen times about what I want to order.

It is the same with fictional characters.  How can I pick just one  . . .

Jo March, from Little Women. I'd love to go on a long walk with her and talk about the things she has written, and ask her what it was like trying to become a published female author in a male-dominated field. 

Then there is Anne Shirley, from Anne of Green Gables  . . . I imagine us sitting together on a picnic blanket,  sharing something delicious as we look out over the grasses and white sands of Cavendish.  Talking about kindred spirit friends and raspberry cordial  . . . 

Don't get me started on Nancy Drew or Trixie Beldon. To be a teenage sleuth  . . . 

Oh, there are so many I would love to spend a day with. How about you?

 

(source)

Wrapped in warmth  . . . there is something about flannel that just makes me feel all cozy and warm, welcome, at home. And it can be a blanket, or an old shirt that I have loved for a long, long time . . .  fabric worn, yet somehow very comforting in it's old age. Memories are woven into it's threads . . . nights curled up on a sofa with it wrapped around me, watching my favorite movie in candlelight, or walks in the woods with that old shirt caressing my arms and keeping me warm out in the biting autumn air that I'm not quite used to yet, or arms tied around my waist on a day when I have miscalculated the waning warmth of the sun.   Old friends.  Flannel, it becomes an old and favorite friend. One we can never give up.

 

(source)

Frost, and sunshine after had reddened the hawthorn sprays, and already they could see through the upper branches -- red with haws -- for the grass was strewn with the leaves from the exposed tops of the bushes. On the orange maples there were bunches of rosy-winged keys. There was a gloss on the holly leaf, and catkins at the tips of the leafless birch. As the leaves fell from the horse-chestnut boughs the varnished sheaths of the buds for next year appeared, so there were green buds on the willows, black tips to the ash saplings, green buds on the sycamores  . . . 

Thin threads of gossamer gleamed, the light ran along their oops as they were lifted by the breeze, and the sky was blue over the buff oaks. Jays screeched in the oaks, looking for acorns, and there came the muffled tinkle of a sheep-bell.

~Richard Jefferies, from Bevis, 1882

Don't you wish you could write like that. I do  . . . I wish I could untangle all the words that rush to my mind and memory when I see things like this. Always an adventurer as a child, I was climbing trees out in the woods, all on my lonesome . . .  and noticing  . . . rosy-winged keys, and fallen acorns, toadstools and fairy circles. I was surrounded by a world of beauty and didn't know how to put it into words. When I read words like these I am back there in the woods of my childhood and seeing these things all over again. I can smell the leaves, damp and rotting on the ground,  hear the cry of the wild geese flying over head, and feel the impending arrival of something deeper and colder . . . 

 

(source)

One of my favorite things has always been the button box. Even as a child. Our mother did not have a box as such. She had small round metal tins  . . .  probably something our father had gotten from work. There was masking tape on each tin, labeling what was inside in her very proper handwriting. I used to love to dip my fingers into the buttons. It was as if they were a pirate's gold.  I would imagine where each one had come from. In those days when before a garment was discarded to be used for a rag, the buttons would have been carefully clipped off and placed in the tin. Most were very plain to the eye, but every so often you would come across one that glittered. Like magic.

Eileen is doing very well. I helped her in the shower again last night. Her whole bottom is bruised. It must be very painful.  My heart breaks to think of her hurting. She is so brave. She never complains. She has been brave through all of this. Tears come to my eyes when I think about it. I am so grateful that this is now looking like it is behind us . . .  now all we have to do is to heal. I am so thankful that I am here for this and not several thousand miles away, and I give praise to the God who knows the beginnings of our stories from the ends  . . .  and for Him putting me here for just such a moment.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

☾ ° ★° * 。  

• ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • •。★★ 。* 。
° 。 ° ˛˚˛ * _Π_____*。*˚
˚ ˛ •˛•˚ */______/~＼。˚ ˚ ˛
˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★

*In Autumn if the leaves still hold,

The Winter will be wet and cold.

~an old wives' tale.

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Caramelized Apple Cornbread.  Oh my goodness. This was so delicious served warm with a drizzle of honey over top. Another small-batch recipe.

I hope you have a lovely weekend. To all my Canadian friends and readers, Happy Thanksgiving. I hope you have plenty to be thankful for. I know I have.  Whatever you get up to, don't forget  . . . 

═══════════ღೋƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღೋ═════════════ 

⊰✿░G░O░D⊰✿⊰L░O░V░E░S⊰✿⊰░Y░O░U░⊰✿

═══════════ ღೋƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღೋ ════════════  

And I do too!