Kay

     I found a K. When I picked her up, I knew her immediately. I could tell right off that she was different, yet oh so unique. This one didn't come from a mold, definitely thrown by the potter's hand. I know a Kay. She's my cousin's daughter. The thing is I don't think she's ever thought of herself as beautiful......but she is. It's her eyes. It's not just what you see when you look at her eyes but what she sees when she looks out of them. She is the most incredible photographer. Such talent at such a young age. What does this K have to do with that Kay? Not much but every time I see and pick up my K I'll think of my cousin's Kay.