In our office-turned-guest-room, there is a wind chime hanging above a light switch next to the door. This is Charlotte’s favorite place in the entire house. You should see the way her face lights up when we stop by the wall to “play.”
I imagine I could forget something like this after ten, twenty, thirty years (especially after moving out of this house), so I did my best to document our play time last week. It’s difficult being both the videographer and baby-carrier…I apologize ahead of time if watching my Blair Witch Project-esque cinematography makes you feel sick.