Time away from houses that stand far too close together. Time away from a world that demands things on the go, on the move, with no excuse for misinformation. Time away to where the breeze is the loudest thing around. Time away to a place where I find myself closing my eyes and saying "take this photo with your mind. never forget this. try to absorb everything about it."
Winnnnnieeeeeeeeeee! Baby Leggiiiiiiiiiiiiins! Frankieeeeeeeee!
Just another weeknight dinner hang that required snaps.
Just enough of your cuteness. Enough. You make me wanna scream because I just can't handle the preciousness of you.
You walk now.
You almost talk now.
And your hair is starting to enter the Paul McCartney 1972 Wings era.
And I love it.
And I love you.