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.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Around here we call her Grandma Tillie, but she's actually my Great-Grandma, and the kids Great-Great Grandma. And yesterday she turned 99!
Happy birthday to a lovely nonagenarian. Can't wait for next year!