If you read this blog on a regular basis, you may remember my last post. We cuddled. Hardcore snuggled. Took note of each others tiny details. Against Amelia’s will, we made squishy faces.
Well, afterwards – WE DANCED!
Her lack of regard for what others think of her sweet sweet moves, sets such a great example for the adult in me. Encouraging me to live with more intention to disregard intention. To just be. Let my freak flag fly as it were.
I love it! Ah, if only I could somehow manage to inherit such skills from her.
I’m sure every parent watches their children with such a desire to capture certain moments or qualities of them in a jar to keep safe forever. If such a thing were possible, I would definitely be in the next episode of Hoarders. Fo’. Sho’.
Purchasing butterfly net. Chasing [and capturing] magical moment #942. Cramping into mason jar. Twisting lid on TIGHT! That bad boy is going nowhere. Knocking down wall to create more space for my addiction.