Vignette d'Audrey

After solidifying our Spring Break plans last night, all curled up next to me, Audrey says, “I’m going to dream about our beach condo. I’m so excited!”

“Me too.” I whisper.

“How much will it cost… a lot?” she asks.

“You let me worry about that.” I say.

“Well, if you need to, you can borrow some money from my piggy bank.”

She pulls the covers up to her chin and gives finality to the conversation by rolling over onto her side with a sigh.

I lean over her, stare at her beautiful sleepy mind, brush her hair from her forehead and tell her I love her.