My two sparrows

I made pasta with Pesto sauce.

I went to work.

I left my two sparrows at home.

This is how it looked.

I always wonder what happened after I shut the door.

The light was still perfect after I left.

Skeleton heart

He is an angel in a white room,

White walls.

White beds.

White light,

and a pink pillow

His skeleton body shakes my heart like never before.

Ada

She is my sister first of all, together we are all a strong force of endless winds.

Her beauty can't be captured

Her delicate bones are ready to dance

It has been my honor to know her

When looking at her you can hear water and see light

Her hands are perfect

She is a maker

It was her birthday.

She was glowing in the sun.

We were all watching.

The bee and the orange tree

This wonderful site has a special meaning to us.

http://www.thebeeandtheorangetree.com/

Since my father is a bee keeper and the smell of orange trees bloom tells me that my birthday is approaching.

Vanessa has managed to create a wonderful site for the world of kid's.

In simple colors and great beauty.

It is our absolute pleasure to be part of your world

Thanks for having us.

White angels

My two white angels

All in white light

Understanding that the truth has changed

Staring at each other

The timeless bond has been made

It makes me wonder

A red Sparrow kiss

My red prince Sparrow loves these red strawberries.

He eats them with pure joy

Painting his sparrow lips in a joyful

RED

Then I ask him for a kiss.

Dear Anna

Dear Anna we welcome you.

You are still swimming in an endless sea of light water

It is our complete pleasure to have you here

Thank you for coming.

Little you

One evening late at night I randomly found this Image in one of my endless searches for something beautiful. It is not easy to find beautiful store for kid's fashion.

I am grateful for finding this one

www.littleyou.fr

Now you can also find us there.

I love it when great things happen.

Thanks Julie

Drop of water

Sometimes it’s a drop of water that can help you see things clearly.

Rain can clean it all, we have been waiting for it for a while now.

Perhaps it is all a matter of patience.

Not something I am very good at.

So I look at my Ulla through the glass window, and the drop makes me see.

I love saying her name.