It seems like childhood is supposed to involve feathers. We always wash our hands, so I think I'm just going to go with it.
8.31.2011
8.30.2011
08.30
I haven't yet perfected the justification of getting nothing accomplished. But it was a lovely day and perhaps that doesn't need justified.
8.29.2011
8.28.2011
8.27.2011
8.26.2011
8.25.2011
8.24.2011
8.23.2011
8.22.2011
8.21.2011
8.20.2011
08.20
The sound of the moving water, my kids dirty, all of us together. Today was full of happiness. I sat on the rocks and tried to wrap my arms around it.
8.19.2011
8.18.2011
8.17.2011
08.17
The two of us still have a bit of adjusting to do. Finding that balance between what we want to do and what needs to happen.
8.16.2011
8.15.2011
8.14.2011
08.14
We were giddy with the temperatures. A day game in August and we weren't soaked with sweat. A victory, even if the Reds didn't get one.
8.13.2011
08.13
The cowboy said maybe we could follow the rainbow to a pot of gold at the end of this Reds season. I'm sure hoping.
8.12.2011
08.12
Everything about today felt good: reunions, spontaneity, restraint, promise, laughter, understanding, and patience. One of those that doesn't always come around.
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