This morning was Dana Buoy on the radio and croissants for breakfast. It was front porch hangs, strawberries, and guitar pickin' in the front room. It was bed rolls upstairs where the light was pretty and the smiles were big. It was stories and sunglasses and every kind of ordinary. It was so lovely.
I love this little family. I cried when we stopped being neighbors, but that didn't stop us from being friends. Always a sweet reunion.