We Took a Little Walk this Morning

We took a little walk this morning, slipping on the cool morning breeze like a little jacket meant to protect us from the heat

Just a little morning walk before church, stopping to look at the sun with its halo telling us it's going to be another hot one, and the shade will call our name later

Your hand in my hand, our fingers laced, we walk through the quiet corners of quiet streets, little chats, little laughs, our little moment

And every so often, we pause, letting the slow-moving morning pass us by, I gently caress your face, smiling at you as I do, leaning in to kiss you, each kiss a little love note for us to carry through the day

I love the slow and easy way we slipped on the day, stopping at street corners to steal little kisses, and to chat about the halo around the sun, going to be another hot one, a lazy spot in the shade will call our name later

And now the sun is kissing the western horizon, the day's hot heat is burning down just a little, the promise of night songs and some slow swaying lay just ahead, my hand out to you, our favorite songs playing

And every so often, we let the morning roll on by, hitting pause to cuddle up, to steal a few kisses, to hold each other close, to gently caress your face, sharing smiles as I do, leaning in to write little love notes in little kisses we can carry through our day

I have a big long orange extension cord running out to the old tree by the field of wildflowers, the little string of lights flicked on, and beside the tree, an old jukebox glowing with half a dozen different lights, and our favorite songs playing

And now that the sun has kissed the western horizon, little breezes are beginning to whisper across the field, now comes night songs and the promise of a little swaying, our favorite songs playing, my hand out to you, did you just twirl?

How about a little later we let the crickets sing us their song, sitting on that old porch swing, your head on my chest, little fireflies dancing across the field, little love letters written on wildflowers, and the night sky

Just follow the big long orange extension cord or the bright neon lights of the jukebox I have set up next to our old tree, the little string of lights flicked on and ready, our songs playing, my hand out to you, smiling as you smile too

Just a quiet Sunday night, that old swing singing its summer song, quiet chats, and little laughs, kissing you till your butterflies blush, our little moment with so much tucked in

How about a little later we flick off all the lights, cuddle up close on that old porch swing and watch the fireflies write little love letters in the field, your head on my chest, I catch you peeking at me as I peek at you, stealing little kisses each time I do

Your hand in my hand, our fingers laced together, we walk through the quiet corners of quiet streets, little chats dancing with little laughs, a little of me and a little of you, melting together in our little moment

Let's wrap ourselves in this Sunday night, a little lazy swing swinging as that old swing sings its summer song, a quiet little chat, and our little laughs, me kissing you till your butterflies blush, our little moment with so much tucked in

We took a little walk this morning, slipping on the cool morning breeze like a jacket meant to protect us from the heat, holding hands, lacing our fingers together, chatting quietly, and stealing little kisses along the way