The only sounds are the wind through the window, Ray Lamontage through the speakers, and you shuffling your hands and cooing yourself to sleep in the backseat. The sun is on us as concrete fades and trees widen. We are riding solo on a lazy Sunday afternoon while Daddy sleeps at home. And I feel that feeling. It's full, heavy, and soul satisfying. It's us. The inseparable closeness that began when found out I was carrying precious cargo. Your heart in mine. Breaths merely spaces of the same air. The only weight my arms know. Your body folded into mine. We are constant as the road before us and steady as 65mph. Free as the wind, bonded to the earth.
Thank you for a wonderful day. I love you Cherubcakes!
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