This weekend was full of time with this not-so-little girl.
There were moments of pure delight - like when we hid together during a game of hide and seek and she couldn't stop giggling but was still trying to be quiet - I will never forget the look of anticipation on her face.
There were moments of bursting-at-the seams-love - like before dinner one night when she leaned over and whispered, "I'm glad you're here Aunt Becky."
My heart was happy this weekend.
But at the same time, I still feel like it's only part of my heart - because another part is still grieving with the victims and families who experienced the attack in Aurora. For every moment of love and laughter I experienced this weekend I was reminded of those who are coping and grieving, trying to make sense of it all.
I hugged Maddie a little tighter this weekend, unable to imagine what I would do if she were ever in danger. I took pictures, but I also let myself experience the moments with her - holding her hand instead of a camera.
Life is precious, and fleeting, and not to be taken for granted.
My thoughts, prayers, and heart are with you, Aurora.