had all been traipsing through various parts of Northern California like a band of modern gypsies. What a beautiful bunch!! My goodness!
I drove down and met them at the National Hotel, where Asher got instantly sick and tearful, and the rooms wallowed in old, old energy. The National is a beautiful, big, cold, and creepy building. Nonetheless, Asher napped through our dinner at a Thai restaurant (thank you, pillow dining), and I brought him to the cottage of women who convinced me to put him in Milla's bed while I spent a few moments with them. Thank you all for being so firm about bringing me in! Once seated, it was hard to tear myself away. Asher napped some more, then woke up and began bouncing on the bed right away with the other children.
Here are a few fuzzy photos from Nicole's blog that captured some of the time I was there:
|The crew at the National. An abundance of vintage goodness & beautiful hair.|
|Back at the cottage. I love how Missa & Clover sit as the golden-haired centerpiece amongst us darker-haired girls!|
After some honeywine and heart-filling conversation, I finally scooped up Asher to take him home. I couldn't bring myself to stay in the National since it seemed so weird and his fever had gripped him tightest there. So, with a luminous glow, we headed home.
And I have not stopped thinking about all of them since.
p.s. thank you girls for taking these photos!
p.p.s. for more sides to this sweet story, visit Nicole, Amber, Heather, or Missa. Heather has a wonderfully long version of the tale, complete with many photos - like this one of me and Milla!
Milla has yet to tell her version, but she does speak here about the current oppression that Planned Parenthood is facing. You should read that, too.