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 09, 2011
Sunshine- for Grandma Rene
2 comments:
grandma cindy
said...
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I was singing it myself on my way back from the cemetery today and thinking how much better I like it when Brixton is singing it. We are all celebrating Grandma Rene on the 100th anniversary of her birthday in our own way. Brixton's has to be the cutest! :) Grandma would have loved it.
Maybe I'll hear this song again, Brixton. I'm looking forward to seeing you and Unity in May. Love, Grandma. ps. and looking forward to greeting your parents, of course!
2 comments:
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I was singing it myself on my way back from the cemetery today and thinking how much better I like it when Brixton is singing it. We are all celebrating Grandma Rene on the 100th anniversary of her birthday in our own way. Brixton's has to be the cutest! :)
Grandma would have loved it.
Maybe I'll hear this song again, Brixton. I'm looking forward to seeing you and Unity in May. Love, Grandma. ps. and looking forward to greeting your parents, of course!
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