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.
Sunday, February 07, 2010
When Brixton was born, Grandma Cindy gave him a beautiful sweater and blanket that she crocheted. The blanket we could use right away but the sweater was a little big. Well, not anymore!