None of us talked much.
Because working together was enough.
And because sometimes the work was intense.
Mothers were nursing in public and nobody cared.
Children were playing with wires, wood, and big rubber pillows without fear of losing an eye, splinters, or rugburn.
(Some adults too.)
We counted our chickens before they hatched.
Searched for needles in a haystack.
(Did you see the peacock?)
And posed for our Christmas card photo to no avail because I do weird things with my mouth when smiling for a camera.
Take One.
Take Two.
Take Three.
Merry Christmas!
2 comments:
Hahaha. It would be beyond hilarious if you sent out the cow on your Christmas cards. Consider it... seriously.
I can't comment on he said she said. When Ian cries David says, "Oh, Honey." I love big brothers :)
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