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.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Kids These Days
Brixton made a friend at the park today, an older kid who really wanted to help Brixton down the slide. As they were playing the kid called out, "Hey, don't you have a camera? You should take a picture of us." So, I did. Kids these days. (Although I told this story to Chris and he said, "actually, it's adults these days."