sometimes they need to sit on the kitchen floor and pound on some pots as loud as they can. sometimes it turns into musical pattern and sometimes it is just noise.
sometimes she just needs to try. and i just need to let her.
sometimes, this 6 year old still needs to collapse in her dad's arms.
sometimes they need to spend an afternoon making mud cakes and pies. sometimes those muddy buckets need to enter the kitchen sink for water refills.
sometimes it is too darn cute to change.
sometimes i need to sit on the floor and patiently watch her grow up.
because when i can sit and let her be independent i get the joy of seeing her joy.
I won't comment on every single picture, though I could. Love it. Love love love them.
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