Sunday
The recent cold spell that hit the Eastern seaboard finally snapped that very day. The air was crisp, frigid. Chris left the house with a warmly bundled Regan and gingerly placed her daughter in the passenger seat of her Jaguar XKE.
This part should follow with them arriving the Lincoln Memorial. They could be running, or something and when they finally reached the place, they're both out of breath. Whaddya think?
=)
On the cherry blossom lagoon:
"They spent hours on the lawn, reading, telling kid's jokes... "
(I thought the freckles joke is funny. But if you come up with something else, let me know!) :D
...“Nah," Chris replied. "I don’t even have freckles!”
“Yes, you do!” Regan snickered. “An’ they’re not fake.”
She slowly descended to her knees, bringing her smiling face close to Chris. Her sea blue-green eyes squinted as she studied the burst of freckles on her mother’s face.
“Okay!” Chris broke into laughter. “See for yourself. They’re fake!”
Regan put her finger to Chris’s cheek. “They don't come out! You’ve got one...two...three...”
“That’s because they’re very well glued, honey.”
“Hey," said Chris. "Stand over there with the water behind you. I want to take another picture.” Regan ran to the spot where Chris pointed and smiled at the camera. Chris couldn’t get over that smile...
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3 comments:
Even better than before :D! I deleted that post. You go to New post then Edit and check it off and click delete ;). I'll fix the titles too. The # thing is more confusing than helpful, I think. ;)
Is that OK? You can change them if you want :)
Awww thank you!!
And of course I wouldn't change them. You're so right. It was confusing. :))
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