I told Mark the other day I need a big Black & White photo of Becks for the front room. I could go through my photos because I’m sure I have something. Anything. I know I do. But I’m pretty happy being lazy for as long as possible. It’s easier to create something new than…
Disclaimer: I can’t call my friend Kimmi, Kim. I really can’t. I never will. I’ve tried, but it sounds foriegn or like I’m a kid playing dress-up. Seeing her name typed “Kim” is odd. Even in my phone, it comes up “Kimmi”. Forgive me. The last time I was at Kimmi’s parents’ house might have…
I love watching kids fumble with scissors, seeing the paint on their clothes, glitter stuck to their cheeks, and their focus with a paint brush. My kids like most kids their ages, love to draw and color. As I type this post, they’re in the kitchen coloring pictures for each other. Rain has washed away…
