All day, I kept hearing Lionel sing about how he’s “easy like Sunday morning.” And I guess I want to feel like that more. You know?
More cuddled up while the summer sun shines in.
More mugs of coffee on the back porch while the neighborhood wakes up.
More bare toes.
More writing letters to remind you of how beautiful you are to me.
More records playing while we dance in pajamas.
More living in the easy spaces so we can feel the possibility of softness, of freedom, even when (especially when) the tough stuff comes up.
Yes. Yes. Yes.