this is what life is made of....
sunday morning... the only day out of the week where no matter what time i went to bed, or how hungover i am, i somehow miraculously wake myself up to watch the Eagles game with my family...
slow dancing to Kelly Clarkson at 3:30 in the morning with my gay best friend...
holding hands with my childhood sweetheart while playing 007 through the backyard...
watching the first of my friends hold their newborn baby...
sitting on the ridgepole of a roof with strangers, drinking beer, and watching for shooting stars...
cuddling on the couch during a spike tv marathon, not watching a single episode, but praying it wont end... because for those few hours i have all the people i love in the same room...
driving with the windows down, and singing at the top of your lungs, to a CD my friend produced...
eating lemon water ice with our fingers, because we're too drunk to go get a spoon...
i love weekends like these.
slow dancing to Kelly Clarkson at 3:30 in the morning with my gay best friend...
holding hands with my childhood sweetheart while playing 007 through the backyard...
watching the first of my friends hold their newborn baby...
sitting on the ridgepole of a roof with strangers, drinking beer, and watching for shooting stars...
cuddling on the couch during a spike tv marathon, not watching a single episode, but praying it wont end... because for those few hours i have all the people i love in the same room...
driving with the windows down, and singing at the top of your lungs, to a CD my friend produced...
eating lemon water ice with our fingers, because we're too drunk to go get a spoon...
i love weekends like these.