It only happens once every four years, right, so better capture it. I sat there in her room after her nap today and wondered, but only for a brief second, what she would be like on her next Leap Day. But then of course I realized she'd be six, and that put an end to that train of thought. And I quick ran and got my camera before the afternoon light faded so I could capture what she is on this Leap Day: a fun-spirited, happy, smart, beautiful, loving child who cannot wait to be a big sister. She knows tomorrow is March and she keeps telling us, Do you know what happens in March? Pondegore comes out! So they tell me, little one, but so far I'm not convinced.
Daddy even made it home before the sun went down, for a dance with his little princess.