“Winnie, if we stand very still, they’ll think you’re a flower,” I whispered. So we did. Winnie embraced my T-shirt shoulder, her sun bonnet tied beneath her chin, We did not move.The morning’s comforting breeze fluttered Winnie’s bonnet, but my baby stayed still. Her puckered cheek pressed comfortably on my face. Her big brown eyes … Continue reading The Hummingbird’s Dance