Infiltration Two

On this morning, as with so many mornings, there were interlopers in my bed.

Sometimes (ok, a lotta times) you just gotta snap photos like, to prove it’s for real.  Like pinching yourself in a dream. (Or make a video.)

Could this –these stunning, beautiful children– really be happening in my life? 

(“Yes they are child,” whispers the breeze, “But not for long.”)

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Somebody’s been sleeping in MY bed

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Who, ME?

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Yes YOU, Cindy Lou Who

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Peut-etre un peu petit dejeuner en lit, Maman?

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En Lit Ensemble.

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Cher Frere

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The Royal Bed Jester

 Oh how I will miss these days!

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Oh and PS: I’d like to thank The Academy –by which I mean My Husband–for making this all possible.

About circuskitchen

performing artist, mom, wife, daughter, sister, aunt, niece... just a regular extraordinary person
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One Response to Infiltration Two

  1. Mary Margaret says:

    You are a wise and blessed woman to understand how precious and sacred is this time. (Particularly because, not in spite of, the accompanying headaches of parenthood.)

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