Lollipop on the beach, 3 years old. Tutu and hair feathers by Aunt Liza.
Cake and a few presents with the ultra-wide angle lens. The distortion is hard to control...
Loves that "Ninna". And the binky she found under Ninna's bed.
The emotion lies deep inside me, at my most cellular level. More than anything else, it's an instinct. Simply a reaction to your strength, your vigor, your burning bonfire. It gets me. When I see your birthday photos, your beautiful face turning three, almost as if in slow motion, I break down. I can't speak. My jaw clenches tight as your beauty possesses the uneven blue of my eyes.
I can't edit photos of my fantastic specimen that is you, on the beach in a yummy swimsuit, with that smile and that hair without completely losing it. My eyes sting as David Gray and Meiko and Ray LaMontagne sing me and you a little closer to one another.
I'll love you forever and ever and ever. 'Til time gets bored and turns into something else entirely.