Of course you see a muddy tire. I see something different. I feel something different.
On a sunny November morning we set off to do the yearly pictures of this family’s children. Our schedules are crazy so the best time was to sneak out during the week and capture their ever changing faces. To get to our location we had to use 4 wheel drive and get a bit muddy. We had a blast. We laughed. We giggled. We were scared. We enjoyed the stolen day from school. We enjoyed the stollen warmth that October robbed from us. We enjoyed being a little bit naughty. One last day to throw some sticks. One last day to throw some rocks. I love days like that. I beamed. The whole day.
With one hour left, my last bit of Thanksgiving.
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