Friday, 10 June 2016


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"
Eileen Duggan

TeaBagGirls inspired by Klimt

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