the most painfully beautiful day

We left early and went to the park, and rolled around in the grass giggling and smooching. I tickled her, she was laughing so hard. I was laughing too, nibbling her cheeks and handing her rattles. She rolled into the grass and mud, I fed her a bottle. We napped lying next to each other, my arm over her chest, cuddling her. She was in a great mood. I was in a great mood. It was a beautiful, warm, breezy late summer day. And I realized it was my last with her… Tomorrow I pack. Wednesday we leave for Burning Man. And when we return, the summer will be over and she’ll start school.

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