The Fleeting Sunday

Sundays are never long enough, but--like most things that fade too fast--they are often wonderful.

Today we had a formal photo shoot (which was unbearably long for me, and I'm not an infant, so I have no idea how she kept her cool long enough to produce smiles like these):

And we followed that up with a long walk in the park. 

 

Where the smiles were harder to come by. 

They may move too fast, but I couldn't ask for anything more from a day than what I get on Sundays.