A smile

We are rocking on our beach cottage front porch with the breeze on us-
looking out at the sandbars on the horizan, listening to the waves and smelling salt in the air.

I am reading a novel on my rocker when britton comes up behind me and kisses my shoulder.

Me-” awe B that is so sweet!”

Britton- ” I just love it when you smile like dat Mama. It makes you even mo-wa beautiful”.

This, among a million other reasons, is why I love this little girl.