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, November 29, 2011
I had an early class at Meeting this week and Chris was trying to figure out what to do with the kids while I was gone. "There's always baking" I said. And so they did.