On this gray and rainy morning, my little one woke up with a creepy nose and a noisy cough. A rare morning of snuggles and coziness was in order for this girl who never, ever stops moving, or slows down, unless she is feeling pretty bad. (Secretly, I don't totally mind when she feels really bad. Because really bad, means really cozy and snuggly.)
This sad, pathetic little girl climbed up on the couch, settled into a bed of pillows and pulled a quilt over her feverish little body. I put on her favorite show (Yo Gabba Gabba, of course), and snuggled in with her.
stack of squares ready and waiting for me to put them together. Squares that will become Janey's quilt. The same squares that mock me. That bore me. That taunt me in their unfinished sadness.