I remember specifically how it felt to be this little girl... and it was good. I've always been her, but I feel like I went through a long period where she was lost in the confusion, the crowd, the "shoulds". Waiting to resurface. And it just crossed my mind the other day that I think I'm getting back to where I started. My authentic self.

(My brother, on the other hand, should probably keep running from his authentic self. Did he see a camera for the first time in this picture or what?! hee.)