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.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Jammin'
Lessons with Uncle Michael, kitchen band with Grandma, and hanging with Polly's friends from high school, Mark and Marcel.
1 comment:
what strikes me most in this picture is the grown-up-ness of your brother!
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