Lark is a hugger. Like a wrap her arms around your neck and squeeze with all her might while she buries her head into your neck and giggles kind of hugger. It is pretty much the best thing ever. If she sees other people hugging she will crash the party and weasel her way in to join them. One of her favorite books has a line about hugs in it. The closer we get to that page I can sense her excitement start to build - her arms begin to slowly lift, a smile breaks out across her face, then before I can finish reading the word hug - bam! - she has that book in a full on bear hug.
I hope she will always embrace life with this same amount of excitement. And, of course, never stop freely giving me hugs.
Lark wore: romper, vintage//converse shoes, gift from this sweet lady
Mama wore: dress, vintage//belt, Target//shoes, BC from Ross