Ryder Turns Four
The lunch box is packed. The tool box is equipped for the crew. The sun has been up for only a few hours and it is work’n time!
The lunch box is packed. The tool box is equipped for the crew. The sun has been up for only a few hours and it is work’n time!
I’m emerging from sewing 700 tags on t-shirts to share a bit of vacation I am longingly remembering from last week. Bear with me, I tried my best, but 28 pictures is my edited group.
Flushed pink cheeks. His breathing is coming patterned and deep. The curling Snow White sticker his sister plastered to his freshly washed pajamas rises and falls with his every breath. His snores begin to match the dog’s nearby as if they rehearsed this slumbered lullaby.
Relaxed. Someone told me it is Monday, I don’t feel it. Reality is supposedly back but my mind is still accepting the golden haze and lavender scents of last week. All that is floating around me – hungry babies, dinging e-mails, dirty floors, are not affecting me in the stressful grip they often do. I…
“I’m a Princess” Rory says almost every morning when I get her dressed. It might be the dress or skirt I put her in or it might be that this little girl has taken on the mentality many of us do during our childhood – a place of importance. Where does that innate confidence come…