He constantly reminds me that we are ALL born creative…
He lays and bed and reads in the same bed I lay and read 20 years ago. Wall paper has come full circle too.
A disgruntled Alba tries to tattle on her sister for waking her up from her nap; clearly, Sofia is unamused.
"Thump, thump, thump"
Little footsteps patter down the hallway.
She climbs into bed and reaches out for my hand.
The warmth of her grasp is so comforting.
I watch the clock.
Slowly her breaths become deeper.
The faces the sisters make…after hearing the sound a donkey makes!
Happiness is a cardboard box.