One of my dearest friends has moved to Boulder. Her leaving is sadder then to me than I was able to express to her and reminds me of how quickly time passes. One of the saddest parts is that pictures will have to be enough. These are for her...
Eden fell asleep on the couch on a particularly tired afternoon. I walked by and saw paper piled over her face while Safa attacked her toes and eyes. Ava had been drawing pictures and putting them on her while Safa poked and prodded her. She slept through the whole thing.