While walking in, I reached into my pocket to discover a bubble gum wrapper and some acorn shells. I was just about to throw it all away in the trash can before entering, but I just couldn't get myself to let go of the acorns. I kept my hand in my pocket and traced the shells with my fingers. And the sweet moments from that day flooded my head while I browsed the aisles. Audrey collected the acorns for me at the park. I couldn't help but think about the cool breeze that day and how Audrey thought the tree that fell over by a beaver was the coolest thing. [We went home that day and watched beaver videos on YouTube. For real.] The acorns are still in my pocket. And I'm not sure when I will feel ready to throw them out.
These moments are fleeting. And shifting. Audrey is going from a toddler to a kid. A kid with such laughter at the littlest things, a child with an imagination that I question if I ever had such creativity at that age, a girl with a heart to be in the kitchen, cooking and helping at every meal. And her humor, oh my. She has entered the stage where the word poop is funny to say. [It's actually funny to write too.] Like, really funny. Little sister already knows what tooting is and she giggles when she does it, because older sister makes a big deal of it. And I may or may not laugh too.
She began a dance class in January. Just a short, one hour a week thing, where she meets at a friend's house and a dance major student teaches them. My heart skipped a beat the first time she put on her dance outfit and slippers and I put her hair in the bun. This girl has always been singing or dancing since I can remember.
She notices every flower that has popped up in our yard. Her excitement for the little purple flowers in contagious. "It means springtime is coming!" I'm thankful for her reminder of renewal and growth in this coming season.