Satellites, Ringo Starr, and the Magic of Mothers and Daughters...

These two girls are pretty happy in each other's company. They get silly, and it's something to see. They kind of orbit around one another and occasionally I swing by like some lost satellite. I bleep and flicker on past while they spin and spin and spin around each other and it's a wonder to watch.



I took these photographs and they didn't even look up to notice the camera. They were far too engrossed in one another...just pulling hair and giggling, playing a little rudimentary hide-and-seek and laughing out loud at one another's ridiculous responses to each other. I suppose you just had to be there...



I've come to the conclusion that fathers are like the Ringo Starrs of families...sure, we keep the beat and that's important, you might even consider it enormous, but the real magic happens between John, Paul, and George.