Sometimes being a mom to moody, emotional teenage girls...
aint for the fainthearted. Same days are just hard. We had a tough day this week.
This is dedicated to my girl - even on the hard days...
It's always this love.
"Hush - oh hush!
My little wild one,
hear the stirring in the hollow,
with your restless little crying,
you will wake the small sea-swallow..
Sleep my wild karaba berry,
sleep my red-lipped blossom"
TeaBagGirls inspired by Klimt