Naked, Eating a Grilled Cheese Sandwich for Breakfast

That's my daughter. JJ. The redhead herself. She's something of a mystery to me - a contrast between pure, unadulterated energy and a clear and steadfast sweetness that leaves her companions with feelings of overwhelming love and desperate exhaustion. Loving her is easy and hard all at the same time. She's like chocolate with a pinch of cayenne. Smart, sassy, walked at nine months, but can't eat a meal without making a mess. That's why today, like many days before, she is naked, eating a grilled cheese sandwich for breakfast.