Polka dots covered her dress. Jelly shoes were clasped to her feet. And her bright yellow ribbons were clipped in her loose curls of hair.
A little worn out from her manic Monday a few tears were shed in the beginning. I can't blame her one bit, I could've cried myself earlier that day.
We smelled some roses, chased a few dogs, and slid on some slides.
Her day was looking up.