Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
The fickle nature of baby smiles
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
She is definitely on to you guys. I caught that little smirk she gave you right after you gave up on getting the smile on video. Let's see. Do I know anyone else that knew exactly what she wanted from the time she was born? It's in the genes! Nice try though and please keep at it.
1 comment:
She is definitely on to you guys. I caught that little smirk she gave you right after you gave up on getting the smile on video. Let's see. Do I know anyone else that knew exactly what she wanted from the time she was born? It's in the genes! Nice try though and please keep at it.
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