Mom Talk: Our Magical Home
Tuesday, July 13th, 2010
My daughter walks into the kitchen just as I finish sweeping the floor. The dust I’ve stirred up is still floating gently through the air, illuminated in the morning sun beaming through our window. “Look!” she exclaims. “Fairy dust. Beautiful, beautiful fairy dust!”
If only our bathroom was so enchanting.
Posted by Shannon, a Dot-arilla Blogger

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