Playing outside, she will yell, "don't catch me" and the race is on!
I huff and I puff, she's "so fast!"
Finally, in screams of joy, she is caught and tickled
then released to do it all over again.
And as I begin pumping my arms for another round,
I think how much I wish I could catch her.
All of her. And bottle it up forever.
The transient nature of childhood is what makes it so beautiful.
I know I don't want her to stay like this forever.
But someday, I'd pull that bottle down from a shelf and pour out just a little bit.
And love every minute of it again.