Easter Sunday at Kimmy and Bear's home. The last of our warm afternoons for a while. Foot loose and fancy free. You don't often venture much beyond my hip, or let go your hold on my leg, but in Kimmy's garden your confidence blooms. You venture off together, exploring, playing, testing a slowly-budding independence. Confident in the knowledge that you merely have to glance over your shoulder to see the many faces you love, and trust.
Baby days, padded barefoot baby days.
Carefree, wild hearted, soft spirited baby days.
Wet grass under feet days, bare bodies in sun rays.
Giddy free running days, falling tumbling laughing days.
Soft curls blowing, wings outstretched.
These baby days are my favourite days.