When Myriam was born, I was a couple weeks into my time in Uganda. She was the first child of any of my high school friends. I was on the other side of the globe and the reality that Barry and Tiffany were parents didn't sink in until long after my return to civilization. (And its a little surreal to have friends becoming parents. Just saying. Requires a little mental adjustment. Definitely weirder than that first wedding among my friendies.)
Anywho. He's a dad now. She's a mom. And, wow, they love that daughter of theirs!
Me? I'm glad my friends have kids. It means I get my baby-time whenever I want it. And when the kid starts crying? I hand her back to mom. Its quite perfect, really. (hehe)
Somehow, when I started snapping pictures, Myriam didn't have a problem with it. She posed like the beauty she is, stared at me with the glorious eyes, and refused to smile...but, man, she sure did know how to stare at the camera. Its intense!
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That sure is a gorgeous girl in those pictures. You did a wonderful job capturing my little niece. (I like the one of her walking half blinked haha) Just like her mama.
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