One morning earlier this week, Mabrey insisted on wearing a silver tutu, a pink bow and nothing else. It was an overcast day and this busy little girl was my entertainment, my bright spot.
I followed her around snapping pictures with my phone as she washed her hands, ate her morning snack, saw her brother off to school, played with magnets on the fridge and romped in her crib.
I didn’t intervene. I didn’t coax. I didn’t let myself get distracted by the dirty dishes in the sink or the clean dishes in the dishwasher or the crumbs on the floor. I didn’t feel like I needed to be anywhere else, doing anything else. I was exactly where I was supposed to be, doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing. I was witnessing the BIGGEST little miracle in my life going about her day. For that, I am grateful beyond words.
images: Dana Miller for House*Tweaking