Sometimes I look at Bean and am just taken with her. It is a good reminder for me to live in the moment. No matter if the moment is perfect (like dying her hands the same color as her easter eggs) or slightly less (like the 659,853rd time she has come out of bed)
Her hands were a lovely shade by the time she was done. It came off in the bath that night.
As an added note, this morning, March 29, a full 9 days into ’spring’ it was 19 degrees when I left for the barn. I am officially sick of the weather.
