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Sundays are for Slowing Down

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By Gregory D. WelchPublished 2 years ago 2 min read
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Sundays are for Slowing Down
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I watched early morning light kiss your face and dance in your eyes and grinned your favorite lopsided grin as you peeked at me with little looks that said so much

We woke up and wrapped ourselves in pink cotton candy clouds, whispering little whispers and stealing little kisses

I put wildflowers in coke bottles and gave them to you as a surprise, little love notes tucked in our little moment, as we kissed each other awake with coffee-flavored kisses that said so much

We spent the day cuddled up close, talking about a little of everything and nothing at all, peeking little peeks and kissing little kisses

We wrapped ourselves up in each other’s arms, letting little whispers dance between us, letting little smiles and little looks do the talking

We had ourselves a beautiful, lazy, little Sunday made of quiet little chats, lots of laughter, and so much tucked into each little moment

We spent the day sipping coffee and green tea, cozying down to movies and cuddling up as close as we could, peeking little peeks and stealing little kisses

We met in the kitchen for a little Sunday swaying, listening to our favorite songs, my hand held out to yours, you lacing your fingers with mine, did you just twirl?

Sundays are for slowing down, cuddling up, kissing little kisses, and after church chats, little moments made of little laughs and little kisses with so much tucked in

Now that the evening has found us, let’s meet it with a little more cuddling, wrapping each other up in a blanket of stars, my arms around you, your fingers laced with mine

We put a little soul in our Sunday, and not just at church, meeting in the kitchen for a little Sunday swaying with all that good music playing as one thing or the other cooked on the stove

All cuddled up close in bed, the window open with little breezes making the curtain dance, carrying the summer sweet scent of wildflowers on cool night air, the day with all its little laughs and stolen kisses tucks us in for the night

Now that the evening has found us, let’s meet it with a little more cuddling, cozying down in each other’s arms, wrapping up in a blanket of stars, whispering little whispers as we do

I put wildflowers in little coke bottles and gave them to you as a little surprise, writing little poems and tucking them into their little petals, kissing each other with little kisses that whisper so much

All cuddled up close in bed, ready to cozy down and watch little Summer breezes dance with the curtains as moonlight splashes in, the scent of wildflowers and the thought of butterflies tucks us in for the night

I watched the moon dance in your eyes and kissed you, grinning your favorite lopsided grin as you peeked at me with little looks that say so much

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About the Creator

Gregory D. Welch

Kentucky poet & scribbler. Inspiring creatives to live a creative lifestyle. Creating with courage, passion, & purpose-fueled growth. Progress over perfection.

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