
Happy as a clam this Mother's Day in a giant clam shell with Monty at the Museum of Natural History. It was a life-long dream come true to return to my favorite childhood museum with my own child. What a gift!
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
No comments:
Post a Comment