There are some afternoons that are meant to be sipped away slowly.  You know, when the babe is taking an extra long snooze, you've dipped into the last of the holiday chocolates, and a strong cup of coffee is perking softly on the stove.  If you close your eyes for a moment, you are almost sitting at a bistro table in a Parisian cafe.  And then you realize that you have the baby's left over grilled cheese smooshed onto the hem of your shirt.  Bonne journée, friends!


I stumbled upon your blog today and am in love with your photography. It's been fun to read. Have a wonderful day!
Erika Britt said…
Thank you Anna! So glad you stopped by!