Danielle Marie Photography

My sweet little Delaney Katherine. How I love this child of mine. I can’t get enough of her soft, chubby bare legs in dresses and I love her fine baby hair, a color which I never imagined a child of mine to have.

One warm spring day last week I was driving down near Butler University where my father in law just purchased a home. I drove past this beautiful old brick home with a lush green lawn covered in tiny blue flowers. In our neighborhood the yards are still brown, the bulbs just starting to emerge. I stopped the car, knocked on the door, and asked if I could take a few photos of my daughter in the yard with her Easter basket (yes I had the whole ensemble in the car along with my camera, just in case the perfect location presented itself). The sweetest, most beautiful old lady answered the door and said that she was so flattered by the question and of course I could. Her name was Harriett and she seemed so pleased to see us. She said the flowers were called Bluets and that the squirrels have helped to spread their seeds far and wide over the years. She has lived in the home since 1965.

As random and as brief as our stay at her home was, I have found myself thinking of her several times this week, wondering why we cross paths with the people we do in our lives. Is it truly random or is it something more? Either way, thinking of her makes me smile, and Im going to drop a print of this photo in her mailbox next week with a little thank you note for letting us tramp all over her beautiful flowers.