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.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
at the beach
So thankful for these days, these friends, this beautiful place.
1 comment:
mama cindy
said...
Lovely . . . . and lovely that you appreciate the beauty in your days.
1 comment:
Lovely . . . . and lovely that you appreciate the beauty in your days.
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