Take A Picture
For some reason, she loves it when I take her picture on the porch.
I know it won’t last, of course. As all things do. Or don’t. Or something.
I love these. Every time. She seems to show who she is in a way that doesn’t always show up if I’m asking for the picture.
And I do ask her for pictures. A lot. Just like my mom always did when I was little.
Today, I taught her how to use the big camera too. She first took ten pictures of me. Then some selfies. As you do.
Good job, Roozle. Take a picture.