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.
Hooray for spring . . . and cherry blossoms. How are those coming? P.S. Love that Ms. U is not wearing a jacket and Mr. B. has his winter coat on!
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