“Are those nuts in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?” she asked, her soft brown curls blowing wildly around her face.
I dug into my pocket, producing a handful of walnuts, which made her toss her head back and laugh in the way I loved. “Both.” I started to lean back in for another kiss.
“Roxie! I think I found a serious!” Polly pointed excitedly at the sky. “And kissing is gross, by the way.”
“I think you mean cirrus,” Roxie said with a chuckle, squeezing my hand. Then she ran into the field after my daughter, kneeling down next to her and looking up at the sky where Polly was pointing.
My heart felt like bursting as I watched my Pork Chop and my Sugar Snap study the clouds.