On the morning of St Patricks Day, she opened her closet to discover this delicate vintage slip I had thrifted for her.

I didn't know it would become such a treasure (for her, not me!).

She pranced down the stairs, twirled, and announced "Brothers!! Brooootherrrrrrs! Look at my beautiful dress".

They ignored her as usual, until her voice became so high pitched that it forced them to lift their eyes from their drawings.

"Pretty, Sissy".

Back to drawing.

Then Carter realized she wasn't wearing green.

Because she refused to add anything else to the outfit, the compromise was making a crown from our rosemary.

An actual compromise that we both agreed to (the clothing department has become a huge struggle as of lately).

And the instant the little crown was placed on her head, I knew I needed to document it.
She looked like an angel. A sweet angel.

So we headed out to the tiniest of gardens (we're experiencing a drought after all!) and spent two and half minutes capturing her at that moment.

It was enough to remind me how fleeting these moments can be.