As you can tell, Freya is a solemn and miserable child. 😉

She is fifteen months old today.

Yesterday we took a walk along the waterfront in our town, which is one of her favorite places to go. There are always numerous birds of all kinds around, and in fact yesterday we spotted a very large gray heron standing on the rocks near the pier (it was low tide). When you see those birds fly you can’t help but see the connection with the pterodactyl.

We also looked at ducks and gulls and crows, as usual, as well as a few passing dogs. Freya is just fascinated with animals in general, and why not. They are all fantastic creatures to her.

As we walked along the waterfront I had this huge sense of peace and happiness and gratitude, that I get to have this time with my little baby, showing her the world, enjoying the perfect sunny/cloudy winter weather, looking out at the rippling water and boats together. I realized how much I will miss this time as she grows up, but I know that when she is older we’ll have even more fun sharing it together, actually communicating with each other, finally.