Thursday, May 26, 2016

Ordinary Mornings

Waking up to a house tidied up by an almost teenager who finds herself in hot water more and more often. Her guilt works to my advantage.

Arlo, awoken by a baby sister who loves him as deeply as she torments him. 

Babies standing at the window, watching their older siblings play in the early morning hours. 

Oma's deck with a glaring pink power wheels and a cousin they all adore.

Fighting for toys that are hardly that. 

A walk to the coffee shop for iced drinks and giant eclairs.

Slow and loud and finally sunny.