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.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
This guy
This guy.
Comes to see us when he has a few days free.
Is endlessly patient when the kids use him as a climbing gym.
Kicks the ball, plays the drums, is up for all the games.
How lucky are they, to have such a super great Uncle?
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