It is not a sentimental goodbye to winter this year. I feel as though I have been under a soggy wet blanket for the last two months. And I have probably been acting a bit like a soggy wet blanket, for that matter.
I am moved by photography. There was no photography this winter. I just can’t do winter. Everyone is freezing. The noses are running. The kids are covered in forty-two layers of clothing. I can’t see their hair. I can’t see their toes. I can’t see the boys’ beautiful backs, with the swirls of hair between their shoulder blades. I can’t see the sun shining on Kate’s eyelashes and even the freckles have faded a bit. I can’t see Ella’s round little belly. There are no dirty fingernails. No sweat beads. No sunburned cheeks. To put it succinctly, I am uninspired by big puffy coats and fleece hats.
And to be frank, I don’t do indoor photography well. Therefore, no photos, no inspiration, no blog.
I did get one or two photos that make me want to go wake Ella up and squeeze her and pinch her buns and cheeks and kiss her all over. (She wouldn’t get it, though.)
This is one…
Do you see?
Do you see why I like to pinch and squeeze her?
Oh how I love that little baby girl.