the back of my brothers sandy head in florida. during the first few days I came back from Costa Rica, I was still taking in every ounce of beauty I could find in what seemed at the time like a much more complicated world
my favorite color; julia's hair
liv sitting on the hood of my moms car, hoping for boys to pay attention to us
liv barefoot at an usually cold body of water that I can't remember the name of
aunt mary's horse
liv and marley running through the vermont woods
my little girl that I babysat every monday of two summers ago
julia struggling to keep her ice-cream on her cone in the late spring