…I’m a believer, I just need a cause.
it was one of those weekends where you just forgot to breathe…where you didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until your chest began to ache. and then you remembered, but by then four days had already come and gone.
dancing with my first born. leopard glasses. muscles and blonde curls. chalk and red tiles. sunday breakfast. rose bushes before bath time. long shadows and setting sun. sweet rexley. miniature tomato. long walks, holding hands. white paint and stinging wasps.