Springtime Tootsies.

These last few nights, I’ve been falling asleep remembering one of my childhood days – I think I was six or seven. My sister and I were riding our bikes on the sidewalk along our home’s cul-de-sac on Sapphire Place and my mother was sitting on the grass, watching us and keeping count (for us) how many times we went around. It was springtime. Beautiful springtime. And my mother’s tulips were blooming beneath the front window. In my mind, the memory is light and warm and comforting. It’s a springtime memory, a day that was full of sunshine. A day that made you want to put on a dress and run outside without shoes.

My New "Mommy" Shoes.

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This morning, I’m barefoot. And though, to my dismay, I haven’t planted tulips, I think I’ll wear my white and yellow cotton dress.