To the little souls I’ve yet to meet,
One quiet day, when your curious eyes search mine and you ask, “Mamma… how did you find him?” I will smile gently, tuck a stray strand behind your ear, and hand you this book because words will say it better than time ever could.
This is not a tale of destiny written in the stars, nor of grand confessions beneath moonlit skies. It is a story of soft moments, of rose chai warming cold mornings, of an auto ride that could’ve been forgotten but wasn’t, of stolen glances that bloomed into something too sacred for the world to name. He was not meant to rescue me. Nor did I wait for him like in old fairytales. He simply arrived steady like breath, like home. And before I knew it, we were weaving a forever out of ordinary days.
This is not just how I met your father. It is how love in its purest quietest form found me… And how you, my little one, began long before you ever existed.
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Librería: Grand Eagle Retail, Bensenville, IL, Estados Unidos de America
Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. To the little souls I've yet to meet, One quiet day, when your curious eyes search mine and you ask, "Mamma. how did you find him?" I will smile gently, tuck a stray strand behind your ear, and hand you this book because words will say it better than time ever could.This is not a tale of destiny written in the stars, nor of grand confessions beneath moonlit skies. It is a story of soft moments, of rose chai warming cold mornings, of an auto ride that could've been forgotten but wasn't, of stolen glances that bloomed into something too sacred for the world to name. He was not meant to rescue me. Nor did I wait for him like in old fairytales. He simply arrived steady like breath, like home. And before I knew it, we were weaving a forever out of ordinary days.This is not just how I met your father. It is how love in its purest quietest form found me. And how you, my little one, began long before you ever existed. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Nº de ref. del artículo: 9798288472435
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Librería: PBShop.store US, Wood Dale, IL, Estados Unidos de America
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Librería: AHA-BUCH GmbH, Einbeck, Alemania
Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. Neuware - To the little souls I've yet to meet, One quiet day, when your curious eyes search mine and you ask, 'Mamma. how did you find him ' I will smile gently, tuck a stray strand behind your ear, and hand you this book-because words will say it better than time ever could.This is not a tale of destiny written in the stars, nor of grand confessions beneath moonlit skies. It is a story of soft moments-of rose chai warming cold mornings, of an auto ride that could've been forgotten but wasn't, of stolen glances that bloomed into something too sacred for the world to name. He was not meant to rescue me. Nor did I wait for him like in old fairytales. He simply arrived-quiet, steady-like breath, like home. And before I knew it, we were weaving a forever out of ordinary days.This is not just how I met your father. It is how love, in its purest, quietest form, found me. And how you, my little one, began long before you ever existed. Nº de ref. del artículo: 9798288472435
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Librería: CitiRetail, Stevenage, Reino Unido
Paperback. Condición: new. Paperback. To the little souls I've yet to meet, One quiet day, when your curious eyes search mine and you ask, "Mamma. how did you find him?" I will smile gently, tuck a stray strand behind your ear, and hand you this book-because words will say it better than time ever could.This is not a tale of destiny written in the stars, nor of grand confessions beneath moonlit skies. It is a story of soft moments-of rose chai warming cold mornings, of an auto ride that could've been forgotten but wasn't, of stolen glances that bloomed into something too sacred for the world to name. He was not meant to rescue me. Nor did I wait for him like in old fairytales. He simply arrived-quiet, steady-like breath, like home. And before I knew it, we were weaving a forever out of ordinary days.This is not just how I met your father. It is how love, in its purest, quietest form, found me. And how you, my little one, began long before you ever existed. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Nº de ref. del artículo: 9798288472435
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