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 15, 2011
inspired by Soule Mama. Brixton discovers that he can slide down our treacherous basement stairs all by himself. More again!