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.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Happy Birthday Uncle Michael!!!
Happy Birthday Uncle Michael! We love you!!
1 comment:
mama cindy
said...
That's a sweet blast from the past. How quickly those years go. Migs, you're holding Unity, but I'm picturing you as a baby in my arms too. It's a sweet memory.
1 comment:
That's a sweet blast from the past. How quickly those years go. Migs, you're holding Unity, but I'm picturing you as a baby in my arms too. It's a sweet memory.
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