Remembering Summer

The end of Summer is very brown in these parts.

Though with the sunset, I'd like to think it looks more gold.

"Gold" sounds so much less ugly than "brown."

I love this picture of my little independent missy.
It blows me away how much her personality grows each day.

My camera battery died right after I snapped this.

I'm so glad I was able to catch this one in time.

I want to remember our first real Summer together.

How we spent the evenings at my parents' house,

and the mornings hanging out with Ryan.

How she went from a few tenative steps

to fearlessly exploring the property.

How her love of animals surfaced, then grew, then exploded.

And, how even though I get overwhelmed multiple times a day,

it really is simple, just her and me.