red fingertips

rosie and i went to pick strawberries today, and ohmygoodness

they are soooooooo

GOOD.

so good that

i never want another store bought strawberry again.

i was on my hands and knees picking them, and my legs and fingertips became tainted with red. but that's okay, i don't mind getting a little dirty every now and then.

i think we may go back friday; 

i'm hoping to get some pictures then.

hayley and i went to the park and swung/talked, then drove around on some back roads.

it's been a good day to say the least.

i lovelovelove spending time with my sisters.

they mean the world to me as i'm sure you can probably tell because

i talk about them all the time :)

anyway

before i go, i have

new poem for y'all

buenos noches amigos

"Routine"

Talking until the sun wears you out and

Shutting the blinds to rest for the next day

Crying your eyes out because you want to understand but

Only shedding a tear on the inside because you’ve said too much

Looking at your reflection and wanting to see someone special

And hoping you’re enough

Listening to that song on repeat that reminds you of that time

You thought this was the beginning of something

Watching that movie that made you open your eyes to the obvious

And becoming thrilled at the prospect of tomorrow

Get a dress out, make up your face, answer that text

All in hopes that somehow you’re feelings won’t be in vain

Is it too much to hope? Do you dare?  It’s too late now,

Yesterday’s curiosity is washed down the drain,

Today’s prospect is now in sight.

You just can’t broach the subject of parting ways,

Even if it’s right around the corner.