I have an absoultely insatiable hunger for the sound of Briar’s laughter and the feel of her skin against mine.
Lucky for me that by just squeezing her and nuzzling my face in her neck I satisfy both needs!
She simply cannot be anything but cute-asleep or awake. Even as she begins to dip her pink little toes in the unchartered waters of temper tantrums, I have to say, still cute. This picture is an example of her signature flirt. Note the clasped hands, the upturned face, the foot hinting at the possibility of her legs curling up to her chest in the full body flirt.