05/22/2025
Yesterday at breakfast, my 9-year-old looked up at me — wide-eyed, braces flashing — and asked, in the softest little voice, if her highlights were natural.
Later that day, I found this clip.
She was six.
Running through the grass like the light belonged to her.
I hadn’t remembered capturing this.
But there it was.
It’s the unplanned moments that often turn out to be the best. Not orchestrated — just lived.
And years later, if we’re lucky, they come back around to hold us — to remind us what matters most.
