1234567 I'm floating in a constant heaven

Here comes the rest of our family in the person of sweet little Elvis Edward and we blossom like so many potted plants in our little turquoise house. In bloom. Can't wait to see his face.

Give us land lots of land under starry skies above... We dream of a farm. We dream of the future and we are scared of our country but not of our countrymen. We are scared for our boys and what they inherit. But we will grow them and try to grow the food in the bellies and we will water their minds and pull the weeds of marketing and mediocrity. We will teach them reading and rhyming and science and star gazing. Star sailing. We will share with them our best and give them to the world. They will be fierce and flawless and moony and indigo.

Be brave. No matter what.