One More

Sometimes I can forget there can be joy in the smallest of things, like walking in a parade with little girls. Like seeing the world through the eyes of a six-year-old - which is pretty amazing sometimes.

And there are moments when I forget that it isn't about what's easier, it's about what she'll remember. Not always. Sometimes, I just need to sit and breathe for a moment.

But scrolling through Hubs' photos, I saw this, and it just radiated joy.

Totally worth it.