kerry carlile

Sweet love

Love is a delicious breakfast. Every morning when I eat a delicious breakfast, I always feel that breakfast is filled with love, filled with the taste of happiness. Love is a happy outing with friends. After breakfast, I carried a small bag, snacks and lunch. In the mother reluctant to part with the eyes, my head will not run forward. Walking on the outing road, we saw the butterflies that led us and the flowers and trees that welcomed us. While we walk, while playing games, very happy! Finally until noon, we can't wait to put the bag in the meal cloth spread on the green lawn, we put a dazzling array of snacks and lunch on the top. Then we quickly took off our shoes and began to eat. We are delicious little girls, a whole basket of food, only thirty minutes, was swallowed by us. Love is the taste of the rain. After lunch we were ready to go home when it began to rain cats and dogs. Rain did not discourage our interest in playing, we walked, while stepping on puddles, laughter accompanied us home. Love is a nice hot bath. Back home, I was all wet, my mother quickly helped me wash a hot bath, she washed here, wash there for a while, good serious. Love, hidden in the hot bath water. Love is a big dinner. After a bath, my mother gave me a sumptuous dinner, in the distance can smell the delicious fragrance of those dishes, I can't wait to big mouth stutter, and my mother is smiling on the side. Love is a kiss before bed. It was late at night, so I went to bed. Mother stood in front of the bed, bent down to kiss my small face, gently help me cover the quilt. Love, sweet, thick!