friday

come back friday.

you were a magically spring-like day with your sunny blue sky and you left me itching for more.

more sun. more spring. more.

this is how charlie and i pretend like spring is already here:

we plant ourselves right in front of the big windows and lay in the sun and read books and tell funny stories. well mostly i tell funny stories while charlie runs around and throws himself down on the pillows and laughs and laughs and i pretend he's laughing at my incredible wit.

the sun also inspires us to steal the dad away from work and make him come to lunch with us because the day is too lovely not to share it with him:

 this is the kind of stuff the dad orders for the little man.

this is the kind of stuff i order for him, i wonder why he likes the dad best.

and he does like the dad best, boy does he... 

thank you friday. you were good to us. now if you could please tell the spring to hurry up and get here we would sure appreciate it.