Cohen: I never appreciated the humble dandelion until I became a Mama. Now they seem such bright and happy flowers, hardly a weed at all. I have a dish full of dried dandelions that Cohen has picked for me. With each flower gift he tells me he loves me. It's like a little dish of love.
Emerson: Precious blessing, who falls asleep each day in my arms. How rich I am. How rich every parent is.
I seem to have lost my blogging mojo of late. I feel like I have lost my voice. Perhaps I just need a little quiet time? Does that ever happen to you?
I hope to return again soon. xx
