Each spring we make a trip to the arboretum for a run through the flowers. It’s really an accidental tradition, but one I’m thankful for. Our first visit was when the girl was a few months old:

When she was just over a year, she tried to walk for the first time in these flowers:

At two she was running and singing to her own tune!

Last year, the girl at three was getting ready for her release surgery.

Now she’s four, and she’s found her wings.