For so many reasons.
I love weird.
But most of all because it reminds me of a moment. A simple moment. But one that I will hold dear to my heart as time goes on.
I was snapping pics of the girls. Just sort of practicing. Learning. They were playing. We had just spent a few hours in the car and they desperately needed to get their wiggles out.
Lucy was being wild. Or Lucy was being normal. Same diff.
She needed me.
As she ran screaming, I clicked the shutter one last time, with my left hand and the camera at my hip, expecting little.
I scooped her up, got the requisite band aids and went on with our day.
When I loaded the pictures on to my computer this one surprised me. I hardly even remembered taking it with all of the crying and the drama.
But here is my tough little girl, in her favorite shoes and favorite pants, running to me. Actually needing me. It is beautiful. I am thankful it captured a moment. A moment that won't always be.
She will outgrow the pants. She will outgrow the shoes. But she will never outgrow the need for her mama.