Moments get lost in the everyday. Your going about your business, tidying the house and you don't always see how beautiful that two-year-old looks with the sun shining in her tousled hair, she is wearing her favorite dress, and oh so sweetly reading a book.
I remember she won't always be like this, she won't always have a halo of hair around her face, it simply won't stay in her little bun, but how beautiful glowing in the sunlight.
She won't always care if her dress twirls, have those chubby cheeks, or that chipped tooth, or those little hands.
She won't always "read" stories to her bear, or twirl and dance anytime there is golden light flowing through the windows, she won't always be two, I want to remember two.