this day, was good. it was sweet like pie. {i love pie.}
i gardened. and my hands smelled like earth. i love it when they smell that way.
i went to the cul-de-sac on my {dennis christopher} bicycle with Franny and Miss Tandy. we picked bouquets of poppies and daisies and bachelor buttons.
i could only wish for sunflowers…but Miss Tandy in overalls was a good consolation for the lack of such.
today’s dress was the little blue one my Lala gave to me. i adore that dress. i could probably live in it f.o.r.e.v.e.r. that’s the truth.
the little bouquets we picked gave me some lovely thoughts. here’s what i came up with:
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the airport was white. very white, and very busy. the people were rushing. in and out and to and from. she wore a yellow dress and bright red heels. she wanted to stand out. so he could see her the moment he walked in. and he did. he saw her ginger curls and cherry lips and tapping feet and nervous fingers. and then she saw him. with his tired smile and pale blue shirt and tousled hair and bouquet of red roses. and suddenly it didn’t matter. and they ran. and he dropped his luggage. and threw the roses down. and caught her as she jumped up into his arms. she held his face with her small hands. then he kissed her. and she kissed him back. and they were on their knees, trading kisses with one another. then they laughed with one another. and then she wiped a smudge of red lipstick from his nose. and he held her. and the people kept walking through the airport. and they sat there on their knees, in the middle of red roses scattered about the white airport floor.
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sometimes, the things i make up cause me to chuckle and smile and blush. (i love blushing). i like it when that happens. this one did that to me. and it made me terribly happy. terribly happy indeed.
-Bella
