All mothers have done that pause at the bedroom door to listen, just make certain, their child(ren) are breathing - our little own sigh of relief that yes, they are still alive, and we move on.
So listening to the snorts, gasps and sudden intakes of breath coming from my husband's bedroom this evening... no, you're right, there is NO comparison.
She wants her planet back. Woolfy – “Shooting Stars” Funny how his voice in
this song made me think he was singing ratchet instead of rapture. I heard
this...
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