Something we've started celebrating with more intention this year is the full moons, and it's become such a little pocket of dear. A small, playful weaving of otherwise everyday things: a craft, a snack, a walk. The excitement leading up to it almost plays the biggest part. This was our second celebration on our own (we were introduced by dear friends a year ago this month!), and we had a good time.
It wasn't perfect. And yet, it still was. In our kind of way. There was some grumpiness, and the moon was tucked deeply behind clouds. The popcorn balls looked pretty on their plate, but slid apart in our hands. Maya's new crown came out a bit too small, and the play snow wasn't quite capable of making the wee snowmen we had hoped and planned for. But, we can pull out the telescope another day. The popcorn balls were tasty and golden-honeyed and blue-sparkle sprinkled. The crown fits their lovies adorably. And we're going to try making some animal tracks with the snow dough the rest of this week. :) We wish you all a very belated imperfectly perfect full moon, and that the thought of not-quites or wayward misses, never gathers your joy in any way that doesn't also offer you the after-adventures that imperfection always brings.
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AuthorsHello! We're Maya, Lucas, and Miri. Welcome to Whimsywhispered, where we share our days as a Charlotte Mason and Waldorf inspired homeschooling family living and growing in Alabama. We hope you enjoy your visit and return as often as you like :) Archives
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