“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.”

― Mary Jean Irion

 She told me that she missed doing things with me outside. We go out most days, even the cold one. We dig tunnels and make slides. We play army. We walk on frozen streams. We sled. She and I haven't been in such harmony in ages, it feels like. And it was such a simple fix, such a simple way to reconnect. Just get outside. And play.   Photo by Olivia Gatti     Facebook  ::  Website

She told me that she missed doing things with me outside. We go out most days, even the cold one. We dig tunnels and make slides. We play army. We walk on frozen streams. We sled. She and I haven't been in such harmony in ages, it feels like. And it was such a simple fix, such a simple way to reconnect. Just get outside. And play.

Photo by Olivia Gatti

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 you now say all of their names.  to you, they are “deh”, “do duh”, and “suh suh”.  you and i talk about them a lot during the day. i think it helps you feel less lonely while they are away.   Photo by Heather Robinson Photography     Blog  ::  Facebook

you now say all of their names.  to you, they are “deh”, “do duh”, and “suh suh”.  you and i talk about them a lot during the day. i think it helps you feel less lonely while they are away.

Photo by Heather Robinson Photography

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