There are always so many things to get done and so many things to do, that I sometimes forget to stop and just spend time with you. To stop and lay beside you in the grass, looking up at the clear evening skies. To stop and smell the dandelions together. To stop and play a game of tag; soaking up that loud, bubbly laughter of yours. To stop and notice the ladybug you see crawling on my arm. To stop and hear you say "mamma," as you throw your little, round arms around my neck. To stop in wonder at what an amazing little person you are. To stop and look forward to all the moments we have yet to share. To stop and realize that you are my daughter.