...like a weed in the sun
Let her tell stories and dance in the rain,
somersault, tumble and run.
Her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep,
Let her grow like a weed in the sun.
Oh little F, you are growing up so fast...just like a weed.
This week you have amazed and frightened me with how much you've grown. You can do things now that I dreamed of you doing when you were just a babe. I can only imagine what's to come. These pictures will help me hold on to you at this moment.
I have comfort in knowing you'll always be my little girl.
**Pictures were taken by the amazing Victoria Pearson. She's shot me and my family many times over the years for various jobs and she always catches something special. Thank you for sharing them with us Beth and Vicki!**