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.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Things have been a little quiet here lately as we have lots of adventures with Grandma Cindy. She's staying with us while Chris is staying with Grandma Ann in Vermont. But just like Brixton, we're peeking out at the world and we'll see you soon.