Thursday, February 9, 2012

Traces of Inara

Every night around 7.30 our home goes quiet as Inara falls asleep and we look around, wondering how a person so small is capable of making such a huge mess. And every night we tidy it all up, wanting to give her a clean slate, I suppose. The funny thing is that in everything she leaves behind, I see her and her unique little personality. 


  1. Det här var ett fint och poetiskt inlägg (obs: jag är inte ironisk nu), blev nästan lite tårögd!

  2. I could do this same post about Tucker, only it wouldn't be so cute.