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.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Unity recently told me when she's older she wants to be "someone on a stage." Here she is practicing her faces. FYI, I was calling out emotions and she came up with the faces herself, also this whole thing was her idea.