Sunshine, Blessed Sunshine

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Oh what a beautiful morning. Oh what a beautiful day!
The sun was shining and it rose to a whopping 51 degrees Fahrenheit.
 Let's hear it for the sun!
Even though I've been coughing up small chunks of my left lung all day, The Bug and I decided to head out and bask in the warmth that has eluded us for the past couple of months. It was glorious. We had a little picnic, went for a (small-ish) walk, and listened to the sounds of nature. We watched 8 different flocks of geese fly overhead, counted the spider webs on our playset, named all the colors we could see, and scared off the woodpecker that was pecking a hole in our tree.




And then we went back inside and snuggled down into our comfy clothes, socks, and shoes. The following picture was taken at my madre's house when we were there a few months ago, and I wore these around all day. I tell you, they may look a little odd and old lady-ish but DANG! I felt like I was walking on clouds.
Ahhhh. To feel that again...
*sigh*
 Mom? I'd appreciate it if you'd leave them to me in your will. That and Dad's extensive collection of vinyl. Thanks.

Comments

Penny said…
love the socks dearie! they are comfortable huh? Even though they look "old ladish"! gee thanks pal! I MISS YOU so much it hurts. Love the pics of you and Laynee- and I love you! mom
January 28, 2011 at 9:41 AM
Tamara with a "T" said…
Love the pic of you and Laynee on the swing! So cute! And...the other pic of striped socks and wierd shoes...er...um...Hi!!! Love you! Bye!!!
February 1, 2011 at 12:52 PM
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