The first week of January has flown by. After posting my New Year's stone, I have neglected to share them since. So, I will have to list them all together and kill two birds with one stone--or is that one week with 7 stones? Whatever. Here they are.
Monday, January 2
She wraps one arm over my waist, leans her head against by shoulder. The fragrance of her freshly washed hair is pretty flowers and innocence, a reminder that underneath all that teenager my sweet little girl still exists.
Tuesday, January 3
While others ridicule him, I blame his friends and friends. They should have told him he can't sing.
Wednesday, January 4
No stone today. I suddenly remember what it is like to be young. I'm a kid who just failed a test.
Thursday, January 5
Sudden storm. Feet encased in cold, wet socks trudge on through puddles of melting sleet. These black, studded boots aren't waterproof.
Friday, January 6
Sitting across from you I see every sign of age, every flaw, and don't give a damn. My heart is yours eternally.
Saturday, January 7
Skin on skin.
Blooming like a rose
wet with morning dew.