Scripps Sunday- Very Hungry Caterpillar Edition

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so. very. grateful. 
for you always being up for something ridiculous, for being in sync with you, for our bodies who gave us this gift today, for silliness for 13.1 miles, for hugging you in the kitchen listening to this song with tears streaming down my face. 

Carry
As we awake to face day
Just thought I'd take the time to say
I'm glad to be alive
Breathing right in time
With you

You and I are nothing new
Just two old souls that will fade into
The everlasting grace
But before we fade
We got a lot to do

'Cause can't you see this world is chaos in color?
It's wild and strange, but it's wonderful too
If the weight of it ever tries to pull you under
Know this much is true
We were made to carry each other
And I'm here to carry you

You and I have storms we'll face
But every cloud is ligned with grace
The morning comes to break
The dark and heavy chains
Of the night that tried to hold you

Oh, and I have dreams to chase
We got lives to lead, no time to waste
And there's no need to wait
Yeah, we know that love's
Where we were made to be
-Joy Oladokun 

 

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