Tuesday, November 8, 2011

It's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out

Husband of Mine,
    Do you remember when we drove up the coast of California during the dead middle of summer and the whole world smelled like strawberries?

Good. Because I do, too.





And I am holding on closely to those days.

Love and if I were a color, I'd be blue,
H.






1 comment:

Recently Roached said...

Those are huge strawberries! :)

I'm glad I found you again, Holly. I was over at @RedPen but off onto a new blog.