"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Thursday, April 22, 2010

This evening I took Isaiah to the park in the biting wind. He wore red pajama shorts, a green shirt on backwards, his Peter Pan hat, a belt to loop a sword into, and brown boots. I had to laugh. He's such a free spirit. I hope that never changes.

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