my adventure is found in the small corners, the overlooked + worn down areas that fellow observers have inhabited before me. i thrive on butterfly kisses + the smell of the people i know + love. nowhere feels like home more than when i am wrapped in the arms of the man i call “husband”, or my sweet B lays her head on my shoulder + sighs that sweet sigh of safety.
The other day I went to lay B down for a nap, + her DESERT DREAMING CO mobile caught the golden sunlight peaking through her curtains, causing rainbows to dance on her walls. Usually I would have ignored it, kissed B on the forehead, + walked out of her room because, well, her nap time is my time to be Leah for a little while + I relish every second I can get. However, on this particular afternoon, I stooped over her crib, + just started talking.