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.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Unity and Beatrix used to go to the same school. Now B is in kindergarten but they still find time to hang out and get crazy together. Unity says that when she gets older they are going to live together. Maybe so, maybe so.