it wasn’t until we got to subway that i realized eliza looked like this. i was tempted to title this post “for the price of a cup of coffee…” but then i felt sad for those many children on the planet who know that reality.
again i am reminded that under the grime and mess, things are deeply good.
and i was grateful that the restaurant was empty so my (and Naomi’s) embarrassment could be saved for another time.
wow.
prairie daze 
That is one fabulous set of pictures of the dirty girl and the angry girl. Just perfect. Hope it was still a great day.
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Classic.
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your kids are gorgeous!
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oh my!! :)
cj is regularly mortified by his younger siblings!
so familiar…
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yes, she does look like a “for the price of a cup of coffee” poster child! gotta frame that one (and put a cup for donations underneath).
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How can I possible read one post…laugh out loud…read another post… and cry outloud? Thank you for your gift to bare and share. I remember those days…they were hard…and you made it. Pure beauty. (not the judgemental kind:-))
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