The Things We Do for Love

I have the world's most sensitive eyes. I literally have to wear sunglasses at all times, even when it is overcast. Norah either inherited my eyes or my giant mouth (okay, I guess it could be both), because anytime the sun is in her eyes she hollers. HOLLERS. Her sunglasses are of no use, she has to have mine. And because I love her (and hate the hollering), I give them to her.

Don't worry, this was not actually taken while driving. We had just pulled into the gas station.