December 30, 2015
On mornings we'd walk through friendly mud and fog, and if we're lucky there would be deer playing hide and seek with us. You would smell of sleep and your hair would stick out in all the right places, and I would fall in love with you slowly, again and again and again. I would look forward to these walks at night, I would be giddy going to bed, knowing that tomorrow you'd be first at the door putting on Wellies. Mine would be lovingly placed at the bottom of the stairs and I would smile a smile so big.