She is two years old.
A living breathing miracle, that child.
When I'm with her I find myself laughing.
Occasionally we get a glimpse of the woman she'll be someday...
but mostly she's simply herself, living in the moment.
Ordinary life with her is extraordinary.
I hold her in my arms or clasp her hand as we cross a street but truly it is she who holds a big chunk of my heart in those sweet two year old hands.
Oh, how precious it is, the love of a child!
