Sometimes you meet someone and it doesn’t matter where you’re from, what language you speak, how you take your coffee, what your favorite movie is, what grades you got in school–any of those insignificant details that make up your biography. None of it. It’s as if your souls already know each other.
You are home.
Everyday I take a look on this post….It’s amazing….Because this is the way that I really feel about you!!! My Canadian-American-Family-Friends!!! I met you…and I loved you!!! All yours good and bad things…Make you PERFECT!!! Miss you!!!