My little girl has a hobby. She is a collector.
Her passion…her muse…is nature. All nature. We have rock collections, little piles of grass collections, stick and pinecone collections, and my favorite…little crushed flower collections. Crushed, because they are held so very tightly in her little fists.
This hobby is confusing to me. I don’t care for the nature so much. But I do care for this adorable little girl. And so I will continue to put up with her strange little hobby.
Beautiful little weirdo…