Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Pinned Image
(Pinterest is sucking away my day today.)  As this is one of my favorite poems, one that was written on the wall in our kitchen for a large part of the summer, I had to move it to here...because it's pretty to look at and pretty to read. 
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  1. JenJanuary 8, 2012 at 11:16 PM

    So....I think I need to steal this. It's gorgeous. I have to set my timer on my phone so I don't spend all night on there. I get the guilt trip from Mike and it's not a pleasant fight after that. It's all about compromise, right?

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