This past weekend, my husband and I went to his home town to celebrate  (and photograph) our nephew’s 1st birthday. He has been such a joy to watch over the past year, and one of the happiest babies I’ve ever seen. But he’s a big boy now – he’s walking, chewing on everything and doesn’t understand the word “NO.” Nonetheless, I love him all the same.

Picked up by the breezeSoaring fast among the treesBarely showing that it can be dappledMaking onlookers envious and baffledThe sweet little cotton ball Filled with dreams and whispersFlies on the windWith other wish-driftersIts white little feathersTickling the windMaking the wind laughAs it brushes against its skinMore wish-drifters joinAnd follow the winds’ courseSome whispers gentleSome whispers hoarse They fly until they reach a spot Making out no certain plotThey started out on a single stemThough they go as far as the dream takes them‘Tis the journey of wish-driftersA lasting hope...