After the storm, this little one started to drink the rain gathered in the ribs of the fallen saguaro.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
happy birthday, Mr. Rogers...
Thank you for your gentle kind of quiet and respect that captivated my children long enough for me to get lunch made. Thank you for showing us that love, respect and simplicity were things we all need. We still miss you. I just want you to know that we didn't name Kate, "X, the owl", like her brother wanted but I am sure she would have worn the name proudly.