Wednesday, May 23, 2012
one minute you're laughing about an odd fork in you're hand, one minute your wiping tears.
not exquisitely good, not devastatingly bad, just emotional bumps about things that are insignificant and mostly related to being impatient about the summer countdown.
and really that can be read in a loud, booming plea as...
get here NOW summer because i don't think we can take any more of this rigid routine. we need freedom and space and freckles from the sun. the kind of elbowroom where papa rides a skateboard for no good reason and you decide it's time to shave a kid's hair into a mohawk. the kind of laxity that finds you roasting marshmallows on a perfectly good thursday night with a group of equally untethered friends. there are just too many good things coming our way.
the countdown has officially begun people. much earlier than years past but not a moment too soon...