Spike Speak

A prayer, from Spike

March 2, 2015

Right before she brushed her teeth, she asked me to stop. She folded her sweet little hands, looked up to the sky and sweetly said,

That’s when you know you’re doing something right.

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  • Reply Nissa Otero March 2, 2015 at 9:58 pm

    awwwww, Spiiiike!

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