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, March 06, 2012
Five years ago today, I woke up in the middle of the night. She couldn't wait to join us. Five years ago my world was remade, and she came to teach us who she is and how to love her. Happy birthday my Unity Jane.