There is a huge pond behind the library I work at. Claire loves to feed the ducks that inhabit the pond. Any time we go to the library, Claire asks to bring bread so she can feed the ducks. But of all the times we've gone to feed the ducks, I don't ever remember taking pictures. It's one of those activities that's so...common. Run-of-the-mill. Ordinary.
But I've been looking back at past blog posts and pictures, and realizing how quickly my Claire Bear is growing up. How quickly an activity/book/outfit that consumed her playing/reading/getting dressed choices is no longer chosen. How much longer before this beloved of activities no longer holds any interest for her? What if this trip to the pond had been our last, and I hadn't brought my camera?
I'm sure we will have many more trips to the pond in our future. But I hope that I will never view the simple joys of seeing the flash of green on a mallard's head, the beauty of flowering trees, or the happy smile of my still-little girl as she tosses bread crumbs to some wading ducks as ordinary. Because they are anything but.