the bridge

day 117/365

it's this little bridge that's behind our house that extends over this very narrow stream. on that bridge was this teeny, tiny, pocket of light that i asked her to sit in. i would have liked more, but that's what i had. i love the look on her face here, but if i stare at it too long, gone is the four year old that i know and in her place is this older, wiser, beautiful being that i love more than anything.

"you have a beautiful heart ella" i told her one day.
"oh mommy," she replied "you're so silly. i don't have a heart."

yes you do, my sweet girl and you have no idea just how beautiful and wonderful it is.