Friday, July 1, 2011


If I tiptoe around, hush every chore, stifle even the thought of the toddler I've been begging to sleep, eventually I just sit. All that strain to keep a slumbering person slumbering. I stop, and burn through naptime in my head.

Put down accomplish; pick up rest. xox


  1. (Hooray! I feel like it's some sort of holiday--it's Small Stones day again!) This is lovely, my lovely. Thanks for being my co-blogger--even when I'm not writing here, this has become such a big, important part of my world--just like you. xoxo

  2. Love you back, sweet Co-B. :) xox

  3. Sometimes "rest" is an accomplishment.