I’ve heard the whole “love is patient, love is kind..” verse more times than I can count. Love is a lot of other things too, especially the way we know it when we are young. It can be squishy and messy and funny, fast or quiet or slow.
C could care less if her kids are looking at me, smiling or what-have-you. They just have to be nice to each other. Seriously, that’s it. And its liberating. A has gotten used to E’s hardcore hugs, last year he would cry and now he just smiles. I can’t photograph enough of them.
So here are two sibs, just being sibs… watching boats come in, roaring like dinosaurs, picking at plants, throwing pollen. Love its lots of things but always beautiful to behold.