there is no definition

for what you feel inside your beating little heart,
there just aren't words for smiles on faces and whiskers on chins,
and soft hair and cold noses.
but i believe its something like crying,
salt water falling out of your eyes,
and having someone there to hold you close
and kiss your forehead,
and get mascara
all over their shirt.
i believe its something like mars in the sky right now,
red and beautiful and out there all alone.
i believe its something like lion king,
well, you know what i mean.
i believe its something like conference weekend, you know?
like families and words and words
and words and spirit and priesthood and missions and food.
i believe its something like, "i ate vegetables every day this week."
cause i have. and i know its only wednesday, but i have.
would you be proud?
i believe its something like holding hands,
holding hands and running through the grass
and falling on your backs because you have too much love in
your tummy and too many stars are in the sky.
i believe its something like us, darling,
i believe its something like us.








"someday baby, you and i."
love, laura