My perfect morning starts with me awake and up, (at least half an hour before the girls), savouring that first cup of coffee, watching our street wake up as the fog of sleep lifts, musing about what the day will bring, how we will celebrate life today, how I will live creatively and in the moment....
But I am flawed, imperfect, and that morning dream is often a reality of a croaky sleep soaked voice - 'Girls! Please! Mama needs 5 minutes...please... just 5 minutes.'
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beautiful coloring. very cool illustration.
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