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, December 29, 2007
Four Generations
Great Grandma Bette and Great Grandpa Ken were able to come and visit with us, and we got a chance to take some four generations pictures, carrying on in a long tradition.
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