You have arrived as quiet as a whisper and as warm as a baby's touch.
We are enjoying your beautiful sun rises and blue sky mornings.
The children greet the day early, eager to let the grass tickle their toes and the sun kiss their faces.
Our taste buds are awakened by the juicy strawberries that leave sticky fingers and red, stained faces as they are enjoyed.
The children run all day leaving trails of dress up clothes, balls, and bicycles behind them.
The baby has given up wearing all but his diaper and I squish and snuggle his soft baby skin whenever he climbs on my lap.
The bathwater is darker these days from grubby little toes that have ran about the yard all day.
Everyone goes to bed tired from the afternoons spent in your glory.
As the sun goes down, the clouds blow in, lined with orange and pink hues over the roof tops.
Your cool evenings are much welcomed after your warm days and we fall asleep just as the last rays of sun disappear into night.
The children run all day leaving trails of dress up clothes, balls, and bicycles behind them.
Everyone goes to bed tired from the afternoons spent in your glory.
Your cool evenings are much welcomed after your warm days and we fall asleep just as the last rays of sun disappear into night.
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