Perfection
Yesterday was perfect, in every way. Kyle called in sick to work. We stayed in bed until 9, we made breakfast together. We walked the dog, we picked apples with Tom, and then came home to eat lunch together. We relaxed and he watched football while I knitted, and the dog lay in between us. We rounded out the day with a trip to a "haunted hill" with Danielle, Derek, Josh, Jenn, and Tommy, and laughed until we could not breathe.
I could go into it, get all poetic and deep into the minutia of it all, but I'd rather just remember it.
I could go into it, get all poetic and deep into the minutia of it all, but I'd rather just remember it.