Karen has asked for pictures that demonstrate love this Thursday.
My children made me a photo album—secretly, with the babysitter’s help—and made me cry with it, this morning. The photos are darling and the captions are by turns sweet (“We love each other”) and hilarious (“I’m not a bird I’m not a plane I’m your little girl!”). But I cannot share those pics because they’re not only full faces, they’re mostly backyard bathing suit sprinkler frolicking, and I don’t need pervs stopping by to ogle my half-naked children. So.
Instead, here’s an oldie but a goodie. Sometimes when two people love each other very much, they have to do some serious puddle-stomping to express it.
That DEFINITELY counts. Thanks for sharing that beautiful shot, Mir!
That’s a great picture. They look like they’re having a great time.
Happy Birthday! The best are the homemade gifts!!! What a thoughtful babysitter! She rocks!
What a cool babysitter! And an adorable picture, with a great memory to match. You are so blessed! Have a great birthday.
What a photo! I have to agree with the sentiment, also. Happy birthday, and I hope you’re feeling 100% better soon!
I don’t why I haven’t been reading Chookaloonks. I’m a tard, I guess. Because we’re clearly working the same vibe this week – photograph love, write love, love love love.
Yours? Beeeeeyootiful. Not just saying that.
THAT is a beautiful pic! What cuties and what fun they’re having.
And it’s just not puddle stomping the right way if your boots aren’t as big as your head.
And, Happy Birthday!
Ya, happy birthday to Mir!
Even though there’s only a smidgen of your girl’s face in that photo, I can see you there. And I can see you in their enthusiasm, too.
Hope you’re having a great day.
Happy Birthday, pretty Mir! Mine was the 14th – Leo’s rule!
Happy Birthday! And all that jazz :) (Um, the touring company of Chicago is coming and I watch entirely too much television and they keep playing that song over and over and I’ll shut up now.)
I hurriedly clicked on the picture link because I wondered what serious poodle-stomping consisted of. I was confused to see two kids dancing with gum boots on, and no poodles in sight.
I’m thinking a trip to the optometrist may be in my near future.
That’s fantastic! Now you can blow that picture up big and hang it up in their rooms when they’re teens and they “hate” each other.
Aww! Thanks for sharing!