sleepy head. a perfect evening in the arboretum. you remember this place?
as i walk along the paths, i am filled with the memories of wandering the lanes in pregnancy,
wondering who the person is who was in inside of me.
here he is.
and here we are.
isn't it funny how the world keeps turning?
you fret and think and scheme of the future, but it always arrives. time.
put a bird on it?
put a clothespin on it.
concentration.
period.
mmmm. berry good.
"mom. can i go outside?"
