There’s something beautiful about Lexi. The tender grace with which she handles her charges.
She’s shown me that each animal has a personality, a name. A backstory, a routine— a heart.
Cassie cuddles. Luna waxes friendly whenever I come around. Bronx barks, her gaze steady though her gait is not. Milo grins, as if aware I’m staring.
Sometimes, I listen to my friend pontificate about motherhood and smile silently.
I’m confident her children will be forces to be reckoned with. Strong, well-fed, well-loved. Handled with care and held to a standard.
I cannot wait to photograph them :)
