Taking pictures of Scarlet is one of the single most grounding actions I can take in life. It calms my racing heart and slows my rapid breaths every time. It’s like I was made to do this. What astonishes me always is the expressions I catch in photographs that are so blink and you’ll miss it that I rarely see them in person. She’s a very happy and mellow child. She’s constantly laughing and telling us and herself jokes. She’s also constantly chattering happily to her stuffed animals. I think she talks about us to them. I heard her use “cookie” in a sentence to Pink Monkey the other day. She adorably dances when I say, “Dance, dance!” She wolf whistles around the house on command. She never complains. Very full diaper, outside in cold weather turning the rest of us practically frostbitten? Hungry? Thirsty? Tired? Teething? She doesn’t complain. She’s a very happy soul.
It’s in pictures that I see her more serious side develop. These pictures are what shows me another side of the person she’s turning into and who she’ll someday be. And I like it. A lot.