I took her photos.
No reason, really...
Other than she was beaming at me after a nap.
Freshly diapered,
Cute as can be,
And happy as a clam.
And in that moment it hit me -
How big she was.
How much good had happened since her birth.
How bright her impression on my life.
And I wanted to remember that moment.
Right then, and there.
So, I plopped her on a brown blanket on the floor -
Ran downstairs for my camera before the moment escaped.
And...
Captured it.
All of my Macie.
Just because I could.
And because I want to always remember six months old.












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