"I need some space," Sekani says, as he senses me peering over his shoulder while he pulls the cotton off a gaggle of Q-tips. I knew I'd hear these words at some point. As much as I love forcing my kisses and snuggles upon him whenever I want, this phrase was a sweet melody to my ears. Smiling, I had his school, ChildRoots, to thank. He attends two days a week. This is a photo of his magical classroom with loft and hanging parasols.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Space
"I need some space," Sekani says, as he senses me peering over his shoulder while he pulls the cotton off a gaggle of Q-tips. I knew I'd hear these words at some point. As much as I love forcing my kisses and snuggles upon him whenever I want, this phrase was a sweet melody to my ears. Smiling, I had his school, ChildRoots, to thank. He attends two days a week. This is a photo of his magical classroom with loft and hanging parasols.
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