Those footprints were left by some of her first steps outside... Now she's a confident playground explorer, slide rider and stick and stone collector.
This winter has felt very long and cold. Her cheeks turn an alarming blue sometimes in the bitter wind and I worry. Hopeful, I keep pointing out the crocus buds on our way to the park.
The other day, for the first time in months, I wrote down a dyeing + smocking idea in a notebook. I looked at old indigo silk while she slept. Something's stirring but there's no room for it yet.