The white cotton fields were spread out for what seemed like miles, with little puffy icebergs popping out spontaneously as we cruised through the air.
Baby boy sucks down his last drop of milk at take ooff and his eyes roll back, eye lids fluttering still, sinking into my left arm which I know will be numb within minutes.
It's short and sweet, a rise and fall, with no ear pressure and a gentle flight as we pass by the Riva stadium packed full of people during game hour.
Short and sweet. Day is done. Gone the sun, more this week.
Baby boy sucks down his last drop of milk at take ooff and his eyes roll back, eye lids fluttering still, sinking into my left arm which I know will be numb within minutes.
It's short and sweet, a rise and fall, with no ear pressure and a gentle flight as we pass by the Riva stadium packed full of people during game hour.
Short and sweet. Day is done. Gone the sun, more this week.
I love looking down at the clouds. And you ended with a rhyming poem!
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