It's a good life when you get to spend all day with salt-of-the-earth- hearts-as-big-as-the-great-salt-lake people. K. is one of those kids. I took a bunch of photos last week of him and printed them out for him and his mom to keep. I hoped that they would like them, maybe flip through them and smile, but when I brought them over to his house today, it was a whole different story. K. and his mom looked at each individual photo, laid it out on the floor until his carpet was covered in photos. K. looked at me and said, "Kylie, you know what this says? Welcome to America."
