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.
We had a wonderful visit over the weekend from Grandma Ann. We had fun reading books, playing at the park and going out to eat. Here are a couple of photos: