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, August 07, 2007
What will I do with you? Pink and blue, true gold. Only 5 months old.
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That was very touching. I love the pictures. Thanks for helping me put a different spin on a day that was tinged with sadness. Sure wish Grandma Rene could have held Unity in her arms. Instead I'll just treasure the memory of how much she loved you!
1 comment:
That was very touching. I love the pictures. Thanks for helping me put a different spin on a day that was tinged with sadness. Sure wish Grandma Rene could have held Unity in her arms. Instead I'll just treasure the memory of how much she loved you!
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