Tiny Roozle loved that frying pan. She carried it around for weeks. She had just learned how to walk. And after not crawling, it was her first time able to carry something around independently. She chose a frying pan.
I look at these pictures and see just glimpses of who she is now. We didn’t know her yet. I guess we still don’t. I still don’t always know me. Now, we walk together. We make each other better. Tiny Roozle isn’t the only one growing. She’s just the only one carrying a frying pan.