Home.

Sunday



picnic in the park, blue skies, dinner with the Allens, Indian event


Monday



I cannot describe the pleasure of waking up stretched out in my double bed at home with the sun streaming through my window and Rolo's curious nose pokeing through my duvet.Or the darling tea set and National Geographics my mom acquired just for me.Nor the joy of Holly's warm body folded on my lap.