The first teeny nap not on mama merited something good. Something that made me feel like me. I am beginning to remember how good it feels to stretch my arms wide, to bend down and not struggle against the weight of a pregnant belly, to have a few minutes to fill my cup- the cup that is specifically set aside for making. I dyed this wool flannel late this summer when the solidago and asters and cosmos were flaunting around their beauty and now a little chunk of it is sitting atop Willows impossibly soft, sweet smelling head. A pilots cap; Sweet, quick and fun.
3 thoughts on “make-ing time”
Omg love this Mariah. 😍😍😍
She and the cap and YOU are prefect! We are missing the Lawrence crew now that y’all are gone ❤️
I LOVE her name!!!! Congrats you two…..now a much larger family to fill the world with love. ❤