When did it become reasonable for an eight month old to look sixteen? This age is fantastically fun. She has her little personality and generally a joy for us all.
She loved being free to crawl and stand in our park with no mulch and little sand. And she looked like this tiny ballerina and my heart nearly exploded.
And her brothers loved being able to play with her out and about.
The adoration hasn't wained a bit in her time with us.
And the joy of being together is mutual.
This hour of play was blessed like few are. I mean, this one even looked into the camera and smiled. No eye rubbing, no tears, just a quick happy shot between a granola bar and running back to well, running.
Seriously, never happens.
There was football with daddy.
And running past daddy.
The time was absolutely electric.
After a foggy week and staring down some days of daddy travel, this is just what we needed.
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