For Sunday picnics, fresh juice, bare feet and dried leaves that'll get caught in our hair.
It's enough, it all is.
I'll try not to use the dryer on days when it's sunny enough, empty out the dishrack on a regular basis,
and promise,
to always have jafacakes and digestives in the cupboard.
Just in case.
Lick batter off wooden spoons and eat ice-cream out of tubs.
Be an entire party, and a mess of one at that, all by ourselves.
It's enough.
At least, it's enough for me. All of it.
And even without all of that,
it still would be
enough, that is.
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