School drop off.
He held out his hand.
It was his way of asking me to rub it.
So of course I did.
Sometimes words aren’t necessary.
I love when that happens.
After, we made this frame in all of its blurry goodness.
Then he was off to school.
That’s how we left each other.
Let the wild in...
Waking up 10...
Yesterday.
Waking up 10.
Today.
Him: ‘I don’t want my birthday to be over’
Me: ‘I’ll never stop celebrating you’.
Him smiling.
Me smiling.
Carrying that feeling.
On repeat...
Everything gets better with foxes...
It rained that day.
And as he drove across Lake Avenue he smiled.
The words 'Welcome to the Lake' came to mind.
And thoughts of foxes driving boats.
And a feeling of good things to come.
'Everything gets better with foxes'
...he had told his friend earlier that morning.
The headlights trailing him glowed in agreement.
