198 Miles

Friday, April 23

I miss your laugh today


hey girls, lets grow old together, okay?
with or without children, with or with out baked bread and sweet iced tea. without a single white picket post in sight.
to simply sit out on porch swings and watch the sun sink over places we've watched so long,
they are a part of our souls
now.
I don't even need the swing.

there will be others too. but you know (that you can count on),
there will always be us.





2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Bailey said:

I would very much like that :)
I love you. always.

Brian L. Field said...

I love this more than I can say. I am very blessed to have my Girls.