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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Sunday mornings

when i was a little girl, on Sunday mornings i would crawl into bed between my parents, and my father (a writer) would tell me a story. (an original story he made up.)

my mother would go downstairs to make breakfast.

on this particular morning the story was so enthralling she stayed to listen.

 
i don’t remember what that story was about. what i do remember is lying in bed between my parents, listening to the most spellbinding of stories, feeling completely, utterly safe and content.



1 comment:

  1. I remember crawling in bed with my parents too. It WAS such a safe, comfy feeling.

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