When my son was just a baby three years ago, I wore him all over the Green Festival and bought him and a friend copies of the children’s book My Mom Hugs Trees by Robyn Ringgold. I think I might have even met the author and had her sign our copy (the book is upstairs, and the boy is asleep; if I don’t write this now, I never will).
It’s taken a while for the lovely book to make it into circulation because it’s not exactly for babies. It was fun when I rediscovered it, and now my son really likes it. He referenced it the other day upon snuggling our magnolia. I had to smile. So the next time we had a free morning, we did a photo shoot.