when she arrived–

— late afternoon, she was sleeping.


And when she woke up, she was ready to play.



~ by theresakishkan on May 17, 2015.

4 Responses to “when she arrived–”

  1. An angel, Theresa, come to your door!

  2. She is so lovely. And I think I need a pink tutu like hers…

  3. And she will undoubtedly (eventually) need a pair of red laredo boots…

    • Michael, I am just back from Ottawa where all my bairns were gathered for a few days. Busy but lovely — and of course the baby was centre-stage. I almost bought blue cowboy boots at a consignment store a few months ago but thought I’d wait until she was at least walking…

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