In the play therapy office this morning.
For the second time in the year and a half that I have known her, my daughter played appropriately on her own.
I love the sunlight splashed all over her and the barest glimpse of her face in the window of the door that she is looking towards and the fragility of the tower so tall and made of solid blocks but so easy to upset and knock to pieces - but also possible to rebuild with again.
So much like her.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
My baby, my own
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6 comments:
Mmm. This is exactly the kind of portrait I love. Great light! Impromptu pose. Insight into personality. And the reflection is an added bonus. The whole thing is lovely.
You've made me curious about your daughter's history.
Great shot and lovely tribute. Celebrate the milestones where you find them!
Moving and touching-a really wonderful photo. Bless you all.
that's just beautiful. I wrote a longer comment but it didn't quite catch what I want to say so I'll just tell you this photo and your comments moved me to tears.
A lovely picture and such gentle words.
This is priceless. Frame it!
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