I love this picture. I mean really LOVE this picture.
Is she wearing the outfit I asked her to wear for the photo? The one that would go so nicely with the yellow leaves? No.
Is the image quality perfect? No.
Did she cry and get mad when the tree was higher off the ground than she realized and then thought her mother was going to let her fall the entire 4 feet to her demise? Yes.
Did her brother have to step in and show her that her fear was absurd? Yes.
Are those the reasons I have for loving this picture? No. Not at all.
I love this capture of Savannah because she is laughing. Laughing hard. She’s being silly, telling jokes and being six. This is the way I enjoy seeing her most.
I wish it wasn’t so rare. I wish she wasn’t such a serious child. I wish she could let the little things go. I wish she wasn’t so fearful. I wish she didn’t get angry and give up so quickly. I wish she could function easily when things don’t go according to her plan. I wish, I wish, I wish…
I wish she wasn’t so much like me.
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