There are moments in my day when I feel as though I am losing my mind.
Tearing my hair out.
Ready to lock myself in the bathroom with a good book or a tabloid magazine.
And there are moments in my day when tears spring to my eyes.
When my words may have been too rough.
But then I remind myself to pause for a moment.
Consider the most simple and beautiful parts of my day.
And one - always one - happens in the morning. As I wake up my little girl. My beautiful, sweet, stubborn, intelligent, adventurous, frustrating, insatiable, emotional, and (insert every other adjective under the sun here) special little girl.
And I see her like this ...
And I think to myself, she is mine. My little girl.
Holy crap. How did that happen? How did I manage to have a five-year-old in the blink of an eye?
How is that even possible?
And sometimes I wish she could stay that way forever.
But I know that she won't. I know she'll continue to grow. To learn.
And truth of the matter is, I wouldn't have it any other way.
I'll just continue to capture and remember the sleepiest moments in any way that I can.
So today (okay, admittedly it was yesterday) I took the picture. But for the most part I'll have it captured forever in my head and my heart.
My pretty sleeping princess. My tomboy of terror.
All bugs, flowers, dirt, tiaras aside.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.