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.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Reading with Grandma Ann
I have no idea where my kids got their interest in books. If only they
had some role models.