I picked her up from school.
We played in the park for a couple hours.
She fed the ducks dinner.
We walked, talked and laughed.
Jannah and I carried our date well into the evening.
Together we held our make-believed mics, sang and danced.
Now, we chat and comb Pink Poney's hair talking about the last weekend that we will spend together before she turns five years old.
What a date!