Then morning broke into a brand new day. Where the skies were almost too blue to bear.I desperately needed to laugh so she clowned around with me until I did.
I've really grown to love her wispy, uneven curls.Today, Sam added the blue guy on the bottom to my "Sam's Man" drawings. I wonder why they all appear to be ominously pointing?
Is it a warning?
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Oh those anxious dreams. I always wonder in the morning what I looked like in my sleep. Was my face tense? Did I toss and turn or just lay motionless and peaceful during all that anxiety? What is it about children's hair that is so soothing. I love the way it smells and its sweet sweatiness. Her uneven curls are perfect and I could crawl into the shape of that blue crayon head quite happily. I hope you rest better tonight and the anxiety eases. Maybe you'll dream of those curls in the sunrise.
It's great to know that blue sky and family are there when you need them. Hugs...xx
.. but in the cartoon version of your life, you look back over your shoulder and see a roll of toilet paper sitting on the counter ... left behind as you rush to a bathroom that works.
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