Remember these?  For the first day of daylight savings time, we enjoyed a beautiful springlike afternoon.  To celebrate the glorious weather, Papa inflated a bouncy ball that Sophie proceeded to steer all around the yard.  And we arrived home from dinner, she got in a few extra minutes of exercise by bouncing around the kitchen.

I love this age.  Six years old – still so innocent, but old enough to be somewhat independent.  Still silly, but so endearingly earnest.  And most of all, still completely into mom and dad.  The day Sophie stops wanting to smother me in kisses and hugs will be the day I age five additional years.