Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Under the Tree

You love the tree outside our front door. In the evenings, I bring your quilt out and we lay together looking up in the branches. You coo and coo, so much that when we head inside, your baby voice is scratchy.

You practice sitting up in the spotty evening sun.

And I try to capture your speedy, baby feet.

Our tree is the best thing, by far, about summer.

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