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, August 02, 2011
Uncle Michael
I've said it before and I'll say it again; three cheers for siblings. I can't remember life before my brother, he is my first companion and my oldest friend.
1 comment:
mama cindy
said...
We are so proud of both of you and absolutely thrilled that you are such good friends.
1 comment:
We are so proud of both of you and absolutely thrilled that you are such good friends.
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