Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Sunday, July 26, 2015
I come back from the grocery store, and Katie is napping on the couch under her snuggie. The dog is asleep right next to her on the floor.
My heart fills up, so full I don't know what to do. I stand at the door watching the two of them sleep, while the milk I bought collects condensation, until I go back to the kitchen to start making ice cream.