she marches to her own beat

her

We were home on Sunday afternoon, just the two of us. I was downstairs folding laundry when I heard music coming from the stairs. She always plays well independently but is never too far from me. I heard a sweet voice singing and I stopped what I was doing. I love her passion for life; how love and light just flow from her. I stood there song after song watching her from afar as she performed. So grateful for the reminder of how fleeting these moments are.

Made me think of these words I read recently. "The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you"

Oh, how thankful I am for the smiles she brings me.