Good Morning, Birds!

The ineffable, unutterable sweetness of early childhood … My nephews, aged 3 and 1.5 years old at the time, saying “Good morning” to the birds, while my brother-in-law, their bleary-eyed father (it’s not even 6 a.m., and he’s supposed to be on his holidays!) snaps this great photo.

Storyteller 2016 August: Just Jaimee
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Fonts: Gingerbuck; Spring Market