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.
Showing posts with label brixton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brixton. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 07, 2015
Changes
The photo in the frame is his school photo, taken less than a year ago. How is it possible that he looks so much older?
Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Four
He makes a duck face when he's angry. He has a large cast of imaginary friends and sings Happy Birthday to each one. Every night he asks us to build a bird nest out of the blankets in his bed. He's got music in his bones. He's my song-maker, my story teller, my fancy dancer.
And today he's four.
Monday, June 03, 2013
Sunday, November 04, 2012
Monday, October 01, 2012
Happy Birthday Brixton
Happy third birthday to our little bubbie, our mellow music man, our goofy grinner.
We are so lucky to have you.
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