Wednesday, January 21, 2015

cherry picking

One summer we spent six weeks with my parents' house in Albuquerque. Robs and Erik were tiny. We played lots of hide and seek. We played Pirates. (Jake the dog was Captain Hook and when he came near we'd run screaming.) We walked to the park. We played in buckets of water. We had tea parties. We took naps. And one morning we picked cherries. I thought it was so inconsequential at the time, but Robs still remembers this exact day and told me about the details she absolutely loved. Good golly miss molly. Every single moment counts for something.


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