Sunday afternoons are meant for sleeping, meant for laziness to kick in, meant for a little belly rub and neck scratch.
But Sunday afternoons are also well-spent strolling hand in hand through the park, to the reservoir. They are well-spent dancing in the rain or praying side by side. They are well-spent sitting beside the lazy permanent resident of the park, chuckling at her tosses and turns, talking about anything that Sunday brings.
I love Sunday afternoons. :)
1/23/2008
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you made me all gooey inside (in a nice way) after reading what you wrote :)
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