Normally, Rachel is the first one up. Today, she slept in a bit. She came down just in time to give Daddy his good-bye hugs and kisses. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. My head was swimming with one thought: She's growing up. She won't be 3 years and 3 months old forever. After Daddy left for work, I grabbed my camera. If I can't freeze time or keep her this way a bit longer, I can at least have some pictures to remind my future self of how she used to be.
Someday soon, her face will change. She won't always have the squishy cheeks and the button nose. Her hands will become longer and leaner. They will lose the babyish chubbiness.
I want to remember these things when she's older. I want to remember her messy "morning hair".....with yesterday's forgotten ponytails just barely hanging on. I want to remember the goofy faces she likes to make at her brothers. I want to remember her sweet profile and her dimply knuckles.
So I took some pictures....for remembering.