A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2015
I only wish the photo came with the sound of your laughter.
We watched the sun set sitting in the back of our truck, eating pizza right by the beach. Can't get much more american than this. You showed us the moon, you call it "nano". You pointed at the planes passing by and at the clouds turning pink. You were wrapped up in a towel, resting against my chest. I could spend a lifetime doing absolutely just that.
We watched the sun set sitting in the back of our truck, eating pizza right by the beach. Can't get much more american than this. You showed us the moon, you call it "nano". You pointed at the planes passing by and at the clouds turning pink. You were wrapped up in a towel, resting against my chest. I could spend a lifetime doing absolutely just that.
