"Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger. She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare them for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth." Hugh Macmillan
Saturday, September 3, 2011
sleepy head
He still looks like a baby when he's sleeping. I hate to wake him up on school mornings. He just looks so at peace. I wonder what he's dreaming about and laugh at his messed up sleepy-head hair. His lips are so big and his nose is so round. His breath is so very quiet. Sometimes he curls into such a tight ball and is covered with so many blankets that if you didn't know he was in the bed you would never be able to find him. He may be hard to get to sleep but once he is he's even harder to wake up!
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