Thanks for hosting this, Susanne at Living to Tell the Story
As you know, I've been on my own a lot this week. But I had this little thing to keep me company, when she wasn't sulking about Jorge being gone. By Thursday, she was over him, pretty much.
Here I am avoiding starting to write the draft of my column by taking pictures of Zoe and me. I am so creative at postponing writing when I have writer's block.
I love how her head is cocked here.
Little Miss Emo.
Every time I would try to get my face next to hers for our "photo shoot," she would try to kiss me. Wow, bad breath (thus the pained expression on my face) but the sentiment behind it was sweet.