Purple clouds dot blue skies.
The Ocean sings in the distance ... waves giving sloppy kisses to the shore.
Birds
chirp in Palm Trees.
Everything is green and lush.
The slightest hint of coolness hangs in the salt air.
The Sea Breeze has gone elsewhere.
Our home is full of sleeping girls and Goddess tip toes behind me as I prepare the Cinnamon Rolls for them.
Winston, The Little Gay Dog, lay curled in a tiny ball beside Sarah.
Gypsy, the formerly gender confused cat, lay at the foot of Laurel's bed watching her sleep.
Cassidy taps the sliding glass doors to get my attention as I sit on the Beloved Back Deck experiencing my life.
Sliding the door open she wants me to carry her to the sofa where she'll wait for her Sunday morning delights.
She gets up first so she eat more Cinnamon rolls than her sisters.
I used to try to keep things even but have given up and now believe ... if you're up first ... you win!
Of course to get up at all these days is winning.
It's a day to give thanks and I'm in that moment.
It won't last.
"Why did she get so more Cinnamon rolls than me?" Maddie will demand.
The sun bursts through the Palm Tree with the oyster eyes, coconut bra and grass skirt and I retrieve my sunglasses.
"Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!" the Cat Lady next door screeches.
Cassidy taps the glass door.
"Are they ready?"
"No," I reply and she storms off to cut on the Disney Channel which I immediately turn off because everyone else is sleeping.
"That's not fair," she sulks.
"I know," I say brushing the hair from her face. "It's why we have Sundays ... to try to make things right again ... we got a long way to go."
She lays down and Goddess and I leave her to check on the Cinnamon Rolls.
