I was still feeling slightly horrified as we got on the bus to make our way back to the monorail, but the girls seemed happy (albeit surprised) with their princess make-over.
The Castle, draped in Christmas lights, was something else.
956. martha’s yellow crocuses, here comes spring!
957. erica’s open door, my boys at her kitchen counter
958. rain on the chapel roof
959. a warm sweatshirt at day’s end
960. morning light in the living room spilling over laundry baskets