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.
Friday, July 22, 2011
This is what she wore to school today, in late July. We are clearly on another planet from the rest of you. Now, I'm ok with that mostly, since I don't think I could handle some of those heat indexes, but surely there's a middle ground?