A Sunday Morning Kind of Love (not poetry)

I wake to a day free from chores and to-dos. A day perfect for that Sunday morning kind of love. Where whispered 'good morning' leads to a few slow kisses interspersed by solutions to a few of the worlds problems; discussions of dreams leave no fantastical stone un-turned. ¬†Laughter and smiles are easy to come … Continue reading A Sunday Morning Kind of Love (not poetry)