Hunting for Home
This may
be a dull picture, but I love it because it shows a good man being a
good papa. For a couple of weeks, Annika went on a map-making kick,
during which she made maps with a meandering path that led one
over the river and through the woods-- a climb up Spicy Spicy Tree, a
crawl beneath the forsythia bush, a hop over the log; you understand,
I'm sure-- and then John would have to follow them once he arrived home
from work. Before eating supper or unwinding, he first followed the path, while I stood smiling by the window.
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