Joyful, Beautiful Rascal

My hubby has poof galore in his locks. His hair is wild and his face is strong and angular. Kind of like the way he loves me. Strong love sometimes expressed through strong words that can be hard to hear. He won’t let me give up. He is Da Da. My son rolls his r’s like a Spaniard. His eyes are bright and they actually sparkle. He’s plumb full of life. His hands touching my face are so tender and loving. They make me feel precious. I am Ma Ma. He is my joyful, beautiful rascal.