school is out for the summer,
my mom is coming to visit on Wednesday,
and I talked to my wonderful boy today for an hour and forty minutes.
I absolutely adore this feeling. What is it, you may ask?
Happiness.
{life is grand}
"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown
she:
lots of freckles. blue eyes. literature. summertime. classic rock. cats. cycling. musicals. african-american literature. modernism. postmodernism. gilmore girls. piano. correct grammar enthusiast. WWII history buff. gamecocks. old movies. proponent of intelligent conversation. terrified of octopuses. loves south carolina and the beach.
he:
always wears a hat. minimalist. crazy smart. runner. data analytics. guitar. mario enthusiast. completist. natty dresser. purple. calvin and hobbes. modern art. the beatles aficionado. arrested development. video games. silly dances. always smells good. writes songs. silly sound effects maker extraordinaire. lover of minimalist jazz.
{we are the robinsons,
and we are madly in love}
6 comments:
Happiness is a cool thing! You need to swim in it and let your fingers get all pruny!
So, like, when are we going to hang out?
So, like, when are we going to hang out?
I only meant to ask that once.
Okay, let's do something next week.
spring and summer exuberate happiness me thinks.
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