Sunday, March 6, 2011


Sundays aren't alone in this, but they have a unique claim on my tendency to turn into the young girl I once was, and think about what could be. Today I'm fantasizing about making stew with X. Sharing with him my domestic goddess-tude. Being in this cheering, pretty house while the rain goes by. Him playing with the Lolly - he's the one who actually first showed me *how* to play with Sid, when she was still fairly new to this home. Not even talking. Just being.

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