Jeannine Allison, Unveiling The Sky

We’re told perfection doesn’t exist, but that couldn’t be true. Maybe perfection couldn’t last, but it certainly could occur. It had to, because as I stood there staring at this beautifully flawed girl and realized she was mine, no moment had ever felt so perfect.

Jeannine Allison, Unveiling The Sky

We’re told perfection doesn’t exist, but that couldn’t be true. Maybe perfection couldn’t last, but it certainly could occur. It had to, because as I stood there staring at this beautifully flawed girl and realized she was mine, no moment had ever felt so perfect.

Jeannine Allison, Unveiling The Sky

We’re told perfection doesn’t exist, but that couldn’t be true. Maybe perfection couldn’t last, but it certainly could occur. It had to, because as I stood there staring at this beautifully flawed girl and realized she was mine, no moment had ever felt so perfect.