More blueberries, more magical sparkly light under the grape arbor. Scoring the awesome sour cherry candy I used to buy for a penny a piece at the store in front of my high school and sneakily eat out of my pocket all afternoon. Going out for coffee by myself, having a hard time choosing between sun and shade on the patio at Starbucks. Choosing sheltered shade, keeping my yellow scarf on, iced decaf caramel macchiato which is my jam. That's all I want out of life these days: coffee, my notebook and pen, and an hour. Toddler's hard crash after yesterday's crazy, hot tears and clingy arms. How I love the deep long hugs, even though they come at the price of him being totally beside himself. Counting the hours until my love, their dada, join us here. A little over fifty. I can make it. I can make it.
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