There's a new trail by our place that connects to one of the bike paths in town. The trail winds through the woods and opens on a prairie. It kind of reminds me of my grandparents' old place in Kentucky...especially when a breeze kicks up and the grass smells sweet.
Halfway to the bike path there's a little bridge over a creek. Yesterday I stopped there and spit over the side watching it drift away. I thought about Frank and I taking a walk there and thought that's just what we would have done. I told my husband about it and he said Frank would have been surprised to see Mommy spit because she's a girl. Frank would have known that girls can do anything...even be disgusting.
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