My girl || 21 Months
Hey mama. I’m 21 months old now.
Did you know that?
Thank you for bringing me to this field with beautiful scenery and beautiful light.
I see that you brought your camera.
But I’m not gonna look at you, if that’s okay. And I’m not gonna stand in the pretty light.
Do you know what I will do? I’ll explore this whole place. The.Whole.Thing. And I’ll run farther away than you are comfortable with. And I’ll touch everything.
You know what else I want to do? I want to look at the water in the ditch. Yeah, that ugly ditch.
I want to watch the water move and sparkle and wrinkle. And I want to throw leaves in that ditch and watch them float away.
And at the end of this adventure – the one you brought me on so that you could take photos of me – you’re going to end up with one, and only one, photo of me looking at the camera.
But I promise to bring you two handfuls of treasures and I’ll want you to line them upon the curb and get a good photo of them. Okay?
And mama, I’m really sorry that I don’t want to look at you’re camera. But besides those two handfuls of treasures, do you know what else you’ll have at the end of this adventure?
You’re gonna have a whole lot of photos of me being me.