sweet quietness.

Such sweetness in this shot.  She was quietly, and ever so gently, admiring "the most beautiful flower."  She was humming the latest made-up tune, and swaying back and forth.  A toddler rarely takes a quiet moment to admire anything with gentleness, so this was like winning the lottery for a momma who's had a long week of "I want to do it all by selp."

The breeze was cool, the air thick with the sweetness only a rose can bring.  A picnic lunch.  A stroll through the park.

The perfect afternoon.

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where the wild things are...

My fondest memories of kindergarten include the playground, a long fence, and honeysuckle.  You see, I was incredibly shy.  I didn't make friends easily.  But there was this one girl.  She was small, like me.  Blonde and blue-eyed.  And she smiled at me.  She asked me to be her friend, took my hand, and the rest was history.  Every day at playtime, we would swing, and dream, and eat honeysuckle.  It was my favorite time of day.  We were outside - and free.  The classroom was so intimidating for me at that age.  There were days where I never spoke there.  But outside - I could be me.   Dreaming and eating honeysuckle.

little things...

I love both versions.  It's so hard to decide...

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what's the story, morning glory?

wind in my hair.

I love to watch the world go by.  There are stories...  untold.  And undetected.  Until snatched by the lens of a camera.  There are secret wishes, hopes & dreams.  Private longings.  Truth.

What's your story?

talk soon,

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