I don't know what it is about this photo... That makes me love it so much. Maybe its you, so little, so dainty, so delicately, perched up on Grandpas handmade stool made from the fallen tree that had been growing in front of the house I grew up in. Maybe its your dress. Maybe its your casual pose. Maybe its the way you looked at me over your shoulder. Maybe its your little barefoot peeping out. No more maybies . . . I think its all of it!

Everything from bye-bye, birdie by creashens at CatScrap and two little pixels