It's still one of my favorite photos of her, holding up a wild turkey's wing feather that she'd found. Why do I love it so much? Because she isn't asking whose feather it is. She already knows what bird it came from; you can see it in her eyes. Phoebe pays attention.
She brought me a tiny white bug what had hitched a ride on her white shirt while she and Liam were picking blackberries
No comments:
Post a Comment