Thursday, April 15, 2010

First apple

Not pureed.

Not crushed.

Not sliced.

Just an apple.

And she loved it!

Tiny imprints of three little teeth marked the juicy flesh like the claws of a rake through sand.

If only I could have kept it. Although something tells me that wouldn't be a good one for the memory box!

Instead this memory will be kept in a photograph.

1 comment:

  1. omg...what a great picture!!! Your site is beautiful!!! shelly