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.
Friday, March 23, 2012
This Moment
1 comment:
grandma cindy
said...
Goodness Archer looks big! Where were the kids off to?
1 comment:
Goodness Archer looks big! Where were the kids off to?
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