Then something happened. As Grace was growing and discovering her world, I re-discovered my own, and realized all of those little things I'd been missing for so long. I guess that's part of the beauty of children; they remind us of who we used to be. They bring back the curiosity and optimism we once had. Their energy is unstoppable and contagious (well, maybe not that contagious). Their spirit, fearless. And, they couldn't care less what other people think of them. Imagine that.
Grace is, as most children of her age are, very inquisitive and independent. She wants to know what everything is, how everything works, and she wants to do it herself, or at least help. By slowing down, albeit reluctantly sometimes, she has taught me patience (although, plenty of room for improvement still remains) and helped me to embrace life's little idiosyncrasies. She doesn't care if the laundry is put away (actually, she prefers that it's not), whether I cook a meal or order a pizza, or if I exercise three days a week or not. She just wants love, attention, and the freedom to investigate the big, big world unfolding in front of her. And I'm so very happy to serve as her ambassador to it.
This spring has been the best of any in memory, despite my allergies. I think my renewed love of photography has helped me to focus on and appreciate the little details in nature that I never gave much thought to. The contrast between dark branches, yellow leaves, and the brilliant, blue sky. The rich, golden light that dances over creation and sets faces aglow an hour before sunset. The beauty of water, whether it's in a lake, flowing from a watering can or drinking fountain, or lying still in a puddle. There's so much out there if you just take the time to look. And with Grace, you do a lot of looking.
Thank you, Grace, for constantly inspiring me to do more and to be better, but also to just be still and be me sometimes. I sure do love you...



