The day I spent underneath the hummingbird feeders.
The day I forgot to shave my legs.
The day I conquered my fear of heights.
The day I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
The day I felt too much.
The day I began to fade.
The day sun light fell through the window and into a rainbow on the carpet.
The day her face went pale.
The day we found a spider web among the redwoods.
The day I listened to a 27 minute song 16 times.
The day all I ate were pepperoni's.
The day that felt like night.
The day I stared at the cracks in the walls and felt worried for them.
The day the tiles didn’t match up.
The day I walked around searching for bugs.
The day I became friends with the man on the beach with socks and a cane who only fed the birds with less than two legs.
The day I put lemon juice in my hair.
The day I wasn’t sure what happened, but I felt it all the same.
The day we did handstands on top of Mt. Baldy next to a fallen down sign that read “Path to Paradise” with an arrow pointing in the direction we were going.
The day we drove to California.
The day it was so bright, we squinted.
The day he couldn’t quite show his kids what he wanted to, what he lacked in himself.
The day his shoulders and the skin under his eyes sagged just a little bit farther down.
The day her teeth turned red.
The day I spent on the park bench next to the port a potties at the Arts Festival watching all the people until they didn’t look like people anymore.
The day I saw someone touch the sun with her toe.
The day we made s’mores and even melted the chocolate.
The day we found the junkyard full of shrines.
The day we didn’t wear shoes and put flowers in our hair.
The day I stared at a vase full of bubbles for far too long.
The day I looked at the sky through delicately sliced tomatoes and zucchinis, it didn’t feel as weird as it sounds now.
The day I saw a tree made out of antlers.
The day I played cards with four generations at once.
The day I peddled through all four seasons.
The day I stepped on a plastic glove buried in the sand that had 3 fingers down and 1 finger up like it was flipping me off.
The day I tamed the bees.
The day I saw an ant on a flower and felt sorry.
The day my peach looked juicier than it tasted.
The day we had a double chin contest. We consider the results incomplete.
The day I stopped trusting initials carved into trees.
The day I wanted to believe he looked happy.
The day he tried to look happy for me.
The day I played along.
The day we built a 24ft zip-line, turned it into a 24ft rotten tomato slingshot, and called it 24 hours well spent.
The day we handed out missing cat fliers with a picture of a raccoon and felt under appreciated.
The day I thought I took pictures of pretty flowers.
The day I realized they had all been dead flowers.
The day I felt scared for all that I was overlooking.
The day I ordered ginger ale on the plane.
The day it looked like there was a skeleton handprint on her leg.
The day my grandma turned 80, my mom looked 75, I looked 14, and we all felt 18.
The day my grandma turned 80, looked 95, and acted 50.
The day we painted our faces like tigers.
The day the Christmas lights made me realize I always want to live in a room with a window.
The day we put red lipstick on and cooked a 4 course meal.
The day I tried to re-organize their past and realized why my closet looks the way it does.
The day I watched the water dance with the colors.
The day the lady bug clung to the windshield for far more miles than necessary.
The day I ate a whole cucumber.
The day a seagull stole food out of his hand and we all laughed, each one of us for different reasons.
