Today that is exactly what Isabella and I did. Armed with junk food and good music, we meandered our way down the winding road to one of my favorite historic towns. We talked and sang. Isabella makes a great conversationalist...together we discussed life, heartache and broken crayons.
We stopped to eat our lunch at a scenic pull-off overlooking Douglas lake. It was too cold to do much more than get out and stretch our legs...but I managed to shoot a couple of frosty little moments :)
I can't help but touch this face. Who could?!
This nose...
And these cheeks! She's learned to tolerate the squeezing really well...
Inspecting all of the engravings from lovers in the past...I really hope there's nothing nasty carved on there...whoops I forgot to look.
I couldn't help but wonder where GW and MK are today...I made up a daydream that they're old and gray and live in one of the old Victorian houses in the town.
I don't have a sweetheart to engrave on this old table...but when I saw her little hand rest on this heart...I realized that I in fact do have a sweetheart :)
