i hadn’t planned to devote a post to just you. but we were visiting your grandparents and throughout the day these moments kept coming up where your brother and sister went off somewhere with the grandparents leaving just you with daddy and i.
you spend your every waking moment trying to catch up to them, be just like them. i rarely see you without them. it was nice having just you. you felt it too. at one point in the day as you, daddy, and i walked down to the river, you reached for our hands and said with a smile, “mama’s hand. daddy’s hand.”
i hope you will now head over to behold the beautiful freelensing work of my friend Cynthia Dawson.