Tuesday, May 24, 2011

She who holds my heart


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!