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, July 06, 2012
Beatrix says "I think when we are older, Unity and I will live together."
But for now they are content with helping each other to the top of the climbing
structure and swinging in tandem.