Lips puckering, eyes narrowing, eyebrows slowly moving up and down . . . concentration is fully needed here.
SHE CAN WHISTLE
Our hearts fill with joy as she puckers & blows out a faint little whistle.
She says, “It’s hard Mom but, listen ” and I do. and our hearts soar.
Yay! She can whistle. . . everyday is better then the last.
she goes out for the first time without me . . . to lunch with a favorite cousin
photographing without my phone these day – how I love to hold that camera in hand.
editing in Lightroom
walking out of coffee shop with wrong coffee in hand . . . gave us a good chuckle.
starting rehab – she’ll be in good hands
dinner with the best Nana
fun trips in our future and we are so excited
watching her dance in class. . . her whole body smiles
much needed long conversation with a friend
she can whistle