last week, my mother.
this week, my daughter.
both weeks are time well spent.
things stack up
as we play,
of course,
but i don’t care.
and as long as
he has a
sparkly red purse,
apparently my
grandcat
feels precisely
the same way.
ambling
Pull up a chair why don't you, and let's talk . . .
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You and these altars are such a blessing to me. So lovely to see you had family time… What a beautiful thing.
thank you, sera. and your presence in my life is a blessing to me. xo
“Play” stacks up, too, you know, and probably has better and more lasting effects. Beautiful cloth, and kitty, and altar.
good point sugar, about play stacking up, and definitely the benefits of that are more lasting and more beneficial.
MOthers and daughters, two things at times I miss so dearly I think my heart will crack open again. At least I can call Seattle and speak to my baby girl when I get to feeling that way.
I love the candle holder in this photo.
i know that feeling that your heart my just crack into a million tiny little pieces that will never fit back together. i know it all too well. it’s nice to be able to call, but there’s nothing like face time together, is there?
Your on my blessings alter…
awww, thank you. and you have a permanent place on mine, too, moonshine. absolutely.