This is my child on the way home from our walk. Tired. And wet.
And why are her feet so covered in sand?
After Dave left I pondered whether I could ever walk all three of my babies again and still photograph the event to death and live to tell. It turns out I can.
I successfully resisted the helicopter parent urge to tell her ‘feathers are gross’ when she picked this one up. Are they gross? I should as Professor Google so at least I’ll have facts to back up my depressing party-pooping next time.
If you’re old enough to walk, you’re old enough to carry the leash.