So, how have you been woken up lately?

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The beginning of something beautiful.

There’s something beautiful happening lately. 

As we rush through our chaotic mornings

As I scream over spilled milk with all my might

She asks me gently  “Mumma, what did you dream of last night?”

“Did you dream of cupcakes?” 

“Or of elephants having a party?”

“Were you inside a ship?”

“Or were you just sipping your tea?” 

There’s something beautiful happening lately. 

As we rush through our chaotic mornings

As he negotiates with her to brush her teeth right

She never forgets to ask

“Papa, what did you dream of last night?”

“Did you dream of monsters?”

“Or of me driving a plane?”

“Had you brushed your teeth in the dream?”

“Oh, and did the monster have a name?”

There’s something beautiful happening lately. 

As we rush through our chaotic mornings

As she rummages through her closet, flinging everything at sight

She begins to tell me,

“Mumma, you know, I had a dream last night.”

“I was at an elephant’s birthday party 

And there was a big pink cake

I even sang him a birthday song

‘Happy birthday to you, Elephant Jake'”

Sometimes she laughs out loud in her dream

And we eagerly wait to hear all about it the next day 

And when we ask her, “what did you dream of last night?”

She makes up endless stories in her own mischievous ways.

There’s something beautiful happening lately. 

As we rush through our lives

As we fret and complain and fight

She reminds us to slow down by asking

What did we dream of last night.

The Big Dress Off. 16 outfits. 4.5 hours.


Oh Tuesday afternoon 

why are you so boring? 

I’m done making a mess

and almost done screaming. 

So let me crawl into my closet

and pull everything out

try every piece of clothing 

until I hear Mumma shout.

Let me start with those dresses 

that are stacked neatly in a corner 

and pull the one from the bottom 

only because it’s shinier than the other.

Shiny-crazy-summery-fluffy

silly-melony-dressy-wintery 

look at my wonderful outfits

oh wait, is that dad’s checkered tee? 

I have to try everything 

big or small, long or short 

skirts, pants, scarfs, sweaters

who cares if it’s cold or not. 

And now that I have made a mountain out of all the clothes 

I am going to be a queen and stand on it proud and tall

oh Tuesday afternoon,

you weren’t so boring after all.