It’s not easy to get a photo of her these days. She’s wise to my antics and often pouts or just goes sour when she sees my camera … and then Sunday happened.
And she wanted her photo taken. I laid right down in front of her and just started snapping and she started telling jokes …
She’s so independent and strong willed, there are days I wonder if she’ll ever open up to me again; a vault that one. And little by little, she let’s us lead her.
She leans into the guidance of our arms, the welcome of our love, and tells us a funny joke or smiles for our camera, our hearts.
And my world sings.