I only took a few photos yesterday before the rain came and washed away any creative spark I might have had. They were of this, my favorite thing to photograph, the light in her hair. I know I sound crazy, believe me, I hear myself, but when she sits in the light it's as if heaven shines down on her. I find myself daily taking photos of her playing, laughing, coloring... all in the light, blown out, and I don't even care. These are my secret treasures. They show her angelic as I see her, a radiant spirit. Sometimes, I think it's important to take the image as I see it because I know, in the future, I will give anything to see that light in her hair again, to see her at 3 years old with ethereal golden curls.