Spent Sunday on a farm that we joined. We planted onions. Barefoot. All of our finger nails were dirty. Molly was a mess. The girls laid in the grass, soaking in the sun. They got along.
Homemade gifts, made of paper and paint. The best kind. Candles made the house glow. I am sad to see it go. I am still smiling inside.
When we were gathered around the fire, I got a little nervous. The light was beautiful. It was cool out. The sun was going down, and the fire was warming us all. I don't want this to end. I don't want to have to leave this place. I tried to freeze time, in my mind. I looked around trying to soak it all in.
These days with these people are all I ever dreamed of.