My little girl is growing up. It's becoming more and more clear every time I see her shoot across wood chips, scaling to the top of the playground, moving with agility, light as a feather, and ample fearlessness.
It becomes more and more true to me every time I watch her explore her surroundings, taking in the world around her like that liquid-absorbing sponge.
She finds joy in the simplest of things, indulging in the entertainment they offer. The beauty of her age and innocence is radiant. Beautiful. Pure.