When I was little, I always liked to hear my mom tell me the story of what she ate before she went into labor with me (well, other than when I made her tell me what kind of day it was when I was born – sunshine with huge, beautiful “birthday clouds”). And I liked…
Last week I found myself sick, curled up on the couch, waiting for my sore throat and the all over crappy feeling to go away while occupying myself by taking pictures of Mika… Including this one of her with blonde hair. I know, I was going a little delirious hanging out all day not feeling…
