i'm enjoying the silence; there is something about the quiet of the morning, the thought of an afternoon nap because work is ever-so-close and an evening to make strawberry shortcake to thank the most wonderful vegetarian/hippie/oh-so-jewish psychiatrist i work with.
the strawberries sat, marinating in the balsamic while i closed my eyes to feel the cold of the butter on my finger tips. i was reaping the benefits of the wedding registry and using a fancy micro-plane to zest a lemon. i have never used a micro-plane: the easiness of it was magical. i have it so good, i thought. from the chocolate spiced donut with one of my dearest friends to watching two children- who, on monday, i referred to as my little sinking whales- swim to the flags.
today, i wouldn't have it any other way.
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