Sunday, March 29

The Dead of Night


Chocolate chips. Two a.m. Can't sleep.


But seriously, life is good.


My daughter is happy and warm in her bed. There is a crisp breeze blowing through my window. Smells like rain. Or so I tell myself. Doesn't matter in the dead of night anyhow.....

2 comments:

Lisa said...

Where are you finding these pics!

mama connie said...

Sorry to hear you can't sleep. Stay positive and it will come back to you