Mia is still a little scared of the elevator.
The doors close, the floor starts moving — and she immediately presses closer.

That’s why I picked her up. She feels safer that way, and she’s getting used to it little by little.
On the first walks I was scared too: she’s so small, so light, like she could disappear from sight. Now we both breathe a little easier.

I wanted to keep these photos. And leave them here for you too 🤍