Monday, February 9, 2009

Dream 209

In the dream, I fed Eva chopped-up mango from a tiny glass jar. We were in Mama Heaton's kitchen but I couldn't remember where the window was so light scattered everywhere. Eva had seven tiny teeth. I counted them. Seven. I knew that one day she would lose all seven and that I would have to find a silk pouch to keep them in when she did.

4 comments:

Lazy Mom Amanda said...

oh, girl. You need a nap today!

jen said...

I love this new photo. You, my friend, glow.

Maggie May said...

seven is a special number
it's how old my daughter Lola just turned, on the seventh :)

Anonymous said...

I like the thought of a silk bag full of teeth...is that wrong?