goo morning honey girl. it's your bird day as i like to say. when you first got feathers. i was going to go out and get a spontaneous image this morning but i wanted to send this willow first for when you wake up. are you still sleeping? ha, you must be awake, you're reading this.
thanks for being your own sweet self. thanks for following the trail of pictures and words and your own inclinations to find me. thanks for bringing me home. 
happy birthday, r.