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.
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Holiday weekend
1 comment:
grandma cindy
said...
Your tree looks pretty. Are visions of sugar plums dancing through her head as she rests on the couch?
1 comment:
Your tree looks pretty. Are visions of sugar plums dancing through her head as she rests on the couch?
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