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.
oh, girl. You need a nap today!
ReplyDeleteI love this new photo. You, my friend, glow.
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ReplyDeleteit's how old my daughter Lola just turned, on the seventh :)
I like the thought of a silk bag full of teeth...is that wrong?
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