Monday, January 11, 2016
black stars are the new black hearts
Last night in a desperate effort to soothe the baby's crying, I turned on the star lamb nightlight in her room. She played with the buttons, changing the colors of the stars, green, blue, yellow, green, blue, yellow. And although she cried when I put her down again, she finally fell asleep to a constellation projected on her ceiling. Perhaps she knew the stars were different last night.
We'll miss you.