I married my Peter pan, my boy that is never grown, my happy-go-lucky, mischeivious-grin husband. I married him. That smile, that smirk, blushed cheeks dusted with laughter, a secret joke just for us. He enchants me, and so I married him. My Peter Pan.
04/25/2005
Posted on 04/25/2005Copyright © 2026 Vikki Owens
delightful, and that you celebrate this trait in him is special too.
