Naomi hatched our Sunday plans. After our weekly habit of cleaning up the house she suggested we bake a pie. Dawdling around the aisles of the grocery store we talked about flaky pie crusts and butter. Spent a lot of time in the produce aisle deliberating the type of filling we wanted.
Me: You know, with just the three of us the pie might sit in the fridge a while. It's best to eat pies while they're still warm.
Naomi: Mmmm, then we should invite over some friends today.
Me: Ok. I guess we could call Samantha and invite her girls to come over...
Naomi: ...and maybe Monique would come.
Me: Maybe Monique would come. I'll give her a call.
Naomi: How about Lily?
Me: Lily lives in Denver, sweetie. I'm sure she'd appreciate the invitation but, you know, it's a long way to drive.
Naomi: Yeh. (sigh) It'd have to be a really good pie.
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Beautiful story. Actually choked me up a bit.
You got a sweet, funny kid.
Thanks, Trav.
I feel rather fortunate that our girls could meet. You got a sweet and funny kid yourself. Looking forward to seeing you both next time you stop through.
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