“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.”
I remember this day so well. It was a wonderful day. A perfect summer day. I filled the small pool with water, which warmed up quickly. It was hot. His diaper got soggy. His mommy took it off. It was private in the yard so no one cared. The strawberries were red and abundant. He climbed up the little bank and began to hunt. He was very good at it. He knew that he couldn’t pick the color green, or white, or pink. He could only pick the color red. This photograph is among my favorite keepsake photographs.
“Innocence is like polished armor, it adorns and defends.”