monday poem 2

Rainy weather brings us together. Instead of riding her bike in the rain, my wife gaves me a ride to my bus stop sweetening the deal with a hug. Even if we hadn’t stayed up late to work on our taxes, to put together a budget, Monday morning would be a strain. We used the extra time wisely, made sure we had what we need for the day and lingered in the car at the bus stop for an extra kiss and a squeeze.