Pitter patter…

Her little feet carried her around the house, as she chased a ball.

She hopped, she rolled, she ran, she swiped,

She was but a yellow blur until…

She finally caught the ball!

She smiled happily, panting softly from exhaustion, and she pitter pattered back to you, handing you the ball. She stared at you with her big, enchanting blue eyes, her golden hair stuck to her sweaty skin.

“Mommy, can you throw the ball again, please?” A soft and sweet voice.