Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Best Sunday Ever

Sleeping in.
Putting on pretty dresses.
Wearing fancy hair.
And sunglasses.
Eating nothing but chocolately goodness for breakfast.
At the local coffee shop.
Just girls.
Playing board games.
Stealing whip cream from Mama.

Wearing SPF.
Another fancy dress.
From Hawaii.
And sunglasses.
Parking at the fence.
Of the closed greenhouse.
And having all the fish to ourselves.
Pursing our lips to mimic the creatures.

One whole loaf of bread.
One whole flock.
And one tiny baby.
Who was doted on.
No fear at the edge of the Mississippi.
Just singing.
And tending to the ducks.
As simple as it gets.
For as long as it takes.

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