Tuesday, December 4, 2012
My life, right now, is small. It is mainly populated with small people, short books and, let's face it, fitful sleep. This morning, we didn't even make it out the front door. (We did, however, cook up some mean "eggs" in a pot on the back porch using only dish soap and water.) Growing up, my parents were good about encouraging us to dream big, and believe me, I do, I have and I will.
Now it's naptime, and I think I might finish up that cocoa. I should probably put it in a new cup, though. That one is a little sticky.
Small, my friends, can be quite delicious.
And beautiful, too.