Remember when she was just this tiny little person who could be placed somewhere? A beautiful baby with no real agenda of her own, content to relax in her stroller while we went about our days? Yeah, me neither.

It’s getting harder to deny the fact that this little girl is officially on the move. Each day she takes more steps, getting closer and closer to a full blown toddler. She is always on the move, always wanting the freedom to explore the world around her.

You can’t take your eyes off of her now – you can barely keep up. Luckily she also enjoys a bit of repetition so sometimes I get to stand in one spot while she tries the same stunt over and over and over and over and over and

Actually I’m not sure if that particular habit is a blessing or a curse. I guess it depends on how tired I am and if there’s anywhere nearby to sit down.

But then you pause and look at her. Embrace that moment of utter beauty that is always there, waiting to be noticed. And you want to just pause and drink in her cuteness, her softness, her perfection – and just live there in that moment forever.

And then she’s moving again. Of course.

This post was prompted by Chookooloonks and her weekly Thursday tributes to all things l-o-v-e