Often, the sight is blurred. And we can't see what's beyond..
Mummy to a beautifully grumpy boy.
I used to come to this blog and leave some scattered thoughts behind. Now, my days are spent soaking in soft inspirations around me; sometimes with a cup of coffee and most times with aforementioned baby latched on my breast.
Stark naked thoughts, probably 17% censored.
Welcome to her world under the barren tree.