. . . in the car today,
Ed was driving
I was riding shotgun
with my bare feet on the dash
the kids in the back seat
Fresh spring air
breezing through the open windows
as we drove down streets
lined with daffodils and tulips
We were cracking jokes
of the kind my mother always
frowned upon
about toots
and other small rudenesses
There really isn't anything
that is better for my soul
than the sound of my family
laughing together
Joyfully,
Janet+
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