Here is a dreamy image of my girl taking a nap.
The first snow of the season – nineteen months old. This morning she woke up and giggled at the changed view from the window. I sipped coffee from my favorite mug, and she offered refills with her red teapot with white polka-dots. Soon snow bibs were secured, a hat pulled over blonde curls, and purple snow boots velcroed around tiny chubby feet. Like the green hue of her eyes, this girl seems to have inherited my love of snow.
Other times the silly shows up just as the shutter fires…and I reminded that these photos are not about finding the perfect light or the sweetest expression. These moment are about a little girl who isn’t afraid to be silly and doesn’t worry if the wind is blowing her hair on to her face. What’s the pink mark on her face? It doesn’t matter to her. She may only be able to count to five, and she calls all letters “E-I-O!” but I this kid is teaching me something every day.
At 15 1/2 months my girl is more expressive by the day.