I asked his mother what his name was. She giggled and said in mumbled Spanish, "we just call him Cachetin (chubby cheeks)." I also asked how old he was. She wasn't sure. Somewhere around 2 years old. I took them to gather wood for their fire. And while they chose the good ones: dry, just the right size, easy to split and stack, I took pictures of my little prince and his playmates.
Then it begain to rain. Just a sprinkle, but enough for this.
Wife to Marco, mommy to Ciprian, midwestern girl living in Bolivia, love books but can't remember a story, love photography but don't know a thing, love God but still learning, ponytail wearing, toddler-teaching, sarcastic, blessed person.