This week I've been feeling yucky....so when I went to decide what to flashback to these photo's of Little caught my eye. They are some of my very favorites, yet....

...Isn't that just about the saddest pleading face you have ever seen? Even now, when she gets sad those lips pooke out, and those 'Pearce' eyebrows furrow....

This is when you pick them up and they snuggle in so close you think they would crawl into your skin if they could. This is when if they could, you would let them- just so you can save their hearts from aching. These are the times that in the moment seem so tough, but as time fades and they need your presence less and less you secretly miss. Only then can you see the beauty in the tears.

I don't long for her teary eyed, anxiety driven days to return. I adore the sassy independent toddler she's become; and yet knowing she will never depend solely on me like that magical first year of life makes my eyebrows furrow, and eyes water just the same.