Why is it that the best and sweetest moments happen too quickly for a photo?
I started working in the kitchen today and, instead of getting frustrated with my sweet baby I pulled a chair over and had her watch and help a little. Then, when she was bored I put her back on the floor.
Later she came back, when my hands were busy and covered with flour she just walked over, wrapped her arms around my leg and gave me the sweetest little hug.
How does anything compare with the pure love and innocence of little ones? Having a child has increased the meaning and purpose of my life and I'm so grateful for her.
I didn't capture a photo but I'm writing this down so someday I can come back and remember it.