you capture: sweet

Is there anything sweeter than a baby girl with ponytails?


I think not.

You're not laughing at my ponytail asymmetry, are you? This is only my second attempt at doing ponytails. Try wrestling an alligator while fiddling with rubber bands that are too small and that keep flying off your fingertips.


Speaking of hair accessories...
Sweet little bows and barettes.


An sweet offering from my preschooler at the park.


What's sweeter than a toddler picking flowers?


A toddler picking flowers with her big brother.


When my 5-year old came home from preschool with these flowers, I thought...how sweet!
When he said they weren't for me, they were for Sissy...all the sweeter.


My 2nd grader is the embodiment of sweet. Helpful without being asked. So kind to his brother and sister. When I leave the house and close the door behind me, I hear big boy footsteps running back to the door. For one more hug and kiss.

I ventured outside to track down those lovely, sweet-smelling blooms that I remembered from last Spring. As I leaned in for a whiff, I realized...wrong bush. But I went to all that trouble to go outside and snap a picture, so let's pretend, shall we?


My baby started walking last week.




A sweet word to our children when we've had a long day.
A pleasant word to our husband when we've had a reeeeally long day.
Oh, how I need that reminder.