Fifteen days.
Fifteen days.
Freedom comes in fifteen days.
Beaches.
Mountains.
Sparkling streams.
Mine for two months.
Plump baby cheeks.
Sticky baby hands.
Moist kisses and endless questions.
Fifteen more days and it's mine.
May is the longest month.
Room Service
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“My mom bought a portrait package for me and my little sister and the
photos were taken in the sketchiest motel ever. Even Raggedy Ann looks
concerned.” ...
1 week ago
2 comments:
I wish I had a summer break. Sigh.
I kinda think March is the longest...but I'm with Kristina. No summer vacation.
Hope you make it those 15 days!!
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