There are always moments in life we would like to hold on to. Today my 5-year-old came bouncing off the school bus and jumped into my arms. She told me how much she missed me and how happy she was to be home. Then she skipped away from me, down the driveway towards our house.
I want to hold on to that picture of her skipping down the driveway.
I want her to be able to remember that feeling she had at that moment, when life was so good that she felt like skipping and laughing, without a care in the world.
As I get older, it becomes more difficult for me to get in touch with that little girl of the past. The one who could lie back on a swing and stare at the clouds endlessly. Now that makes me kind of sick (really) and seems like a waste of time, but my little girl helps me. She brings back those feelings, even just for a moment, of what carefree living is all about.
And I want to remember it.
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