Chase (5.9.11)

There she sat, like a royal princess, on her mother’s hip, her left thumb firmly planted in her mouth. She peered around the loud room with her big blue eyes. Silently she observes the loud, scary world. Seeing what an unruly place it is, she tightens her grip on her mother’s arm and snuggling her head closer. Without thinking, her mom strokes the curly blond head. Her head pops up again and she flashes one of her beautiful smiles as the familiar figure of her father approaches and she knows that as long as she’s with her family, she’s safe.