I hear the drizzle of the rain, like a memory it falls soft and warm continuing tapping on my roof and walls. And from the shelter of my mind, through the window of my eyes, I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets to a land where my heart lies.
Paul Simon
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Aunt Windy Controls the Wind
My sister emailed me the following conversation she had with her 5 year old son this morning... Merry: it's freezing out here, who forgot to turn on the heater?! Eli: I'm going to talk to Aunt Windy about that. Merry: why are you going to talk to Aunt Windy? Eli: because she controls the wind and I'm going to tell her to stop blowing cold air!
So awesome!! I love Eli!!
ReplyDeleteThat is so precious!
ReplyDeleteLOVE IT!
ReplyDeleteHaha...that's rad! I wish I controlled a natural element!
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHAHHAAH!!!!!!
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