She's harder to photograph now, so busy, always moving.
I felt pangs of happy-sadness yesterday, seeing the days of her sweet babyhood slipping away so quickly.
Yet, every time I try to capture these moments, it's like trying to catch rain in a downpour - the only way to hold rain is for a moment, with hands cupped open.
Make a fist, and you only get to hold one drop.
And this one? Like our night of labor, when rains came down heavy so that rivers swelled their banks, and roads were covered with flooding - she is a veritable storm.
I love you, my little wild one.