tartanweaver:
Can I run now? Can I? Can I?
tartanweaver:
Blessing of the lambs
tartanweaver:
This feels like one of my stuffed animals.
tartanweaver:
Are you my mother?
tartanweaver:
I just want to be held
tartanweaver:
Sleeping in the sun
tartanweaver:
Holding the babies
tartanweaver:
Bagpiper