Whenever Ayla sees the camera, (which you know is pretty often) she gives me this face and demands a 'picca'. Which I have yet to resist.
We drove into a nearby small town hardware store with kiddos decked out in a pink velvet cloak, polka dot leg warmers, and a flowery hand knit sweater. Not a few gruff-looking farmer-types smiled to themselves when the girls paraded past. This made me smile to myself, as they could have just as easily scoffed at the wild hippie family invading their countryside.
A little of this, a little of that, sisters bonding beautifully and playing together in peace and cooperation. Everyone able to enjoy where they are at. A day to be appreciated and savored, because of course, it does not always go that way.