Tiny Dancers

I have a serious love affair with my family. First my incredibly dashing husband swept me off my feet and now my two little ladies have come into my life and stolen my heart. And the funny thing is, I just can't get enough of them. I had another moment where I fell even more in love with my little Janer.

I checked on her during nap time and found her in her room with her arms stretched above her head. Her tiny fingers laced patterns in the sunlight that was streaming through a crack in her curtains. I couldn't help but watch her intently as she chased the little dust particles in the late afternoon beams of light. They posed as little tiny dancers circling and weaving in the sun lit air, barely escaping the grasp of her tiny fingers.

They had her hypnotized.

She had me hypnotized.

When she saw me in the doorway she exclaimed, "I am chasing these!" I picked her up and leaned in to tell her a secret. I couldn't help it. "They are fairies, you know," I whispered in her ear.

She immediately moved in for closer inspection.

"Help me catch one," she said.

So I did. We pretended to catch fairies and let them go. We twirled and danced. Just like the dust fairies.

Can I keep this with me forever?
The beautiful memory of my Janer immersed in childhood wonder? I sure hope so.

Oh man I love that little girl.