Wednesday, July 18, 2012

There she goes...

We had a gorgeous evening on Monday. We were fishing on the dock as dusk fell. A beautiful butterfly lit on the edge of the pond. Anna was twirling on the beach, as her tiered fluffy skirt required. She over-rotated and fell into the sand, soaking her skirt in the water. She popped up, and yanked down the wet tiers, unconcerned.
After admiring her Dora panties, she decided she'd head up to the house and get dry. She scampered off through the field with her hair flying, bouncing with pure joy. It was quite a picture.
Katie watched her go, fishing pole in hand. She turned to me and said, "There she goes - pantless - into the sunset."