hazel and i leave a trail of puffs behind us in the grocery store. i love watching her walk in careful trepidation with every step, and the way she looks at me randomly throughout the day and scrunches up her nose and smiles. i love those rare moments when she'll sit on my lap, still and content for awhile. we are getting to the stage that i have to sweep the floor beneath her highchair every night, and that's just fine with me. she surprises me each day with her understanding, her innocence, and her sweet spirit. life will never be the same. i love her so.