The mind of a 3 - 4 year old

These are the results when my (now) 4 year old gets on paint.

The First Moment

From the fist moment I saw you;

I knew you were someone special.

Someone who I could share my life with;

Someone I wanted to know.

But at that particular moment;

The timing just wasn’t right.

Parting ways, living life;

That is what had to be done.

Days turned to months, then years;

Waiting for the day we would become one.

And now the time has come, my hand in yours;

The time that we waiting for, the day you become mine.