There’s this thing about Texas bluebonnets in the spring.
They are beautiful.
And upon discovery of a patch or a field of them, a Texan is required to grab her child or a spouse or a parent or a pet or a whatever (rumor: friend of a friend, being as yet kidless, placed her favorite bottled beverage among the bluebonnets for photos) and GO TAKE PICTURES IN THE BLUES.
It’s a law.
Which I try to obey. Except I haven’t every year. Which I admit at great risk to my state citizenship status.
I want to be a good citizen.
And I want to be a good mother.
Even if it means handing the camera over to The FourWhyOh.
But sometimes it’s just so . . .
So wonderfully, perfectly Other Such.