This one is at my favorite stage right now.
The years between the first and third birthdays are my favorite.
Little toddler bellies and confident-but-still-tiny little feet.
And mostly, everything in the world, everything in life,
is still new enough to be so wonderfully exciting,
with exactly zero sense of self-consciousness
getting in the way of enjoying it all with wild abandon.
We went for a short drive down back roads
with the windows down today.
When we hit Airport Rd,
and got up to about 45 mph,
the wind from my window was hitting her right in the face.
She giggled with glee
and made hilarious squinty-eyed, mouth contorting faces
as her tufts of longish hair blew about.