We take a lot of little walks when we're at the cabin. The light filters through the tall pines. And she twirls. A lot. The light, the warmth of summer, a twirly dress, spinning with abandon with her hair blowing around... it's absolutely pure perfection in a single moment.
And I want her to stay four years old forever.
And I want it to be about the twirling forever.
And I never ever ever want to forget the way she is right here and right now.