Miss E. and I were out for a walk this evening after a nice spring rain.
She was talking about all the people in her family that she loved.
“What does love feel like?” I asked.
“Like birds in winter.”
I’m not really sure what it means, but it sure sounded pretty.
I could go into a discussion about the innocence of childhood and all that, but I think I’ll just leave it there…and accompany it with this picture from Miss E. at my brother’s wedding.
Enjoying the beauty of nature
A dad going off the track(s) 