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.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Sing-a-long
1 comment:
grandma cindy
said...
Always creative, always making music. That's our B!
1 comment:
Always creative, always making music. That's our B!
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