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.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Well I think we are still getting settled after all that birthday. Don't get me wrong, it was great, but now we are just relearning our old routines.
Finding homes for our new little sprouts of growth.