Most adorable kid ever.
Our winter white-mountain getaway was just right. We threw snowballs, made snowmen and took a lot of pictures.
My grandmother’s favorite poem that we read at her funeral.
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church —
I keep it, staying at Home —
With a Bobolink for a Chorister —
And an Orchard, for a Dome —
Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice —
I, just wear my Wings —
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton — sings.
God preaches, a noted Clergyman —
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last —
I’m going, all along.
Emily Dickinson (1860)