Posts tagged motherhood.
Bekah and Little.
This picture makes my heart skip a beat because it captures the sweetest game little plays with me. He asks “where’s your fwavwet pwace for tiss?” I always say forehead then he asks for second favorite etc and I end up getting little kisses all over my face and usually even the top of my head. I’m the luckiest.
(via loveistodismissyourfears)
store houses laden with snow
“Everyone of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads—at least that’s where I imagine it—there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own little private library.”
— Haruki Murakami
