It was January. The sky had every right to be gray. But it chose to be blue. And I’d like to think it was just for us – the few hours we sat on the front porch of a beach house and sipped coffee and played volleyball on the beach. Then just when we went inside to make lunch, the sky turned gray and little teardrops started to fall from the sky. It had waited for us and I was thankful.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Love it, friend! :)
Post a Comment