The light changes day to day and, sometimes, minute to minute. I embrace its many moods, seeing each as its own brand of beautiful. Gracie rests in her bed next to me as my fingers dance across keys here in the den; and cool winter light, filtered by trees and softened as it sneaks beneath the roof of the porch, rests on her warm little body. With static hair on end, her sleepy head rises when I call her name; and she's joy through and through. ♥
Love the look in her eyes as she looks at you - you're definitely as important to her and she is to you. Thank you for your lovely words on my posting today - always wish I had the talent you have to express meaningful thoughts so well but know I've always appreciated your kind comments
