the journal of a nature-loving, country-living Montana mama raising two tiny humans, vegetables, goats and chickens |:| yearning to slow time while freezing our precious life with photos & words |:| striving to live slowly, wholly, honestly and gracefully while chasing wildlife, chickens, rainbows and dreams |:| "We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand – and melting like a snowflake.” ~Marie B. Ray
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Her Face
Like the spots on a ladybug her new freckles mark just how old she's become. As I stare at her profile while she works in her schoolbook I am speechless and breathless by just the sight of her. I count her freckles, memorize every cell and soak in her face right in this moment. For tomorrow, she will be a little older and a little different.
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