yard.

dear fleur.
our computer crashed. like a man falling with a parachute that has a hole in it. so pretty much the only access i have to photos is weheartit. this could get interesting.

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ria was just playing the piano.
tandy was curling her hair.
franny went for a walk.
dante is running around the yard.
daddy is in the garage.
mamie is in the kitchen.

YOU ARE HERE.
(see photo above.)
that's right. you're there. in my heart. not quite dead center, but positively in there. i think you know who you are.
you're my family.
my best friend.
that boy i made up in my head yesterday.
you're the curling iron.
ludwig bemelmans.
or my sweater.

you are here.

i feel pretty loving today.

on a sidenote, the pear tree has bloomed. now i'm patiently waiting for the lilacs to come out.
one word for today.
yardwork.
nice.

last night i dreamed i was doing yardwork. in my own yard. at my own house. a little white house. the lilacs had bloomed. i put them in my hair. and a little girl was outside with me. her name was 'madeline.' she was my little girl. with dark curly hair. and blue eyes. my husband was inside the house. he had blue eyes.
i laid down in the grass with madeline.
and i sang in her ear.
she kissed me.
and then my husband came outside to be with us.
and he laid down next to our daughter.
and he played with my hair above her head.
then he sang.

i loved them both.
and my yard.

so,
madeline,
you are here.
and my future husband too.

love, bella.

edit: i dream weird.