Several weeks ago I came across a post on Instagram about Viktor Schramm's paintings of fabric. About this same time, I was watching the second season of "Victoria" (with Jenna Coleman), and I by looking at those costumes (see HERE, HERE, and HERE) I was struck with how well Schramm was able to capture the shimmery and even iridescent quality of the fabrics from the late 19th and early 20th century.

I came across this picture today and thought about how the subject matter resonates with me. Lucy and I have taken many springtime walks together (usually with Violet), and we both enjoy looking at the flowers and talking about their pretty colors. Springtime is still such a new idea for Lucy - I don't know if she remembers it last year, when she was two - and I love seeing her celebrate all of the life and color around us.

Although my life with a toddler is not as idyllic as the scene presented in this painting (our walk to the bus stop today involved Lucy whining and loudly crying), I still can connect with the quiet, loving moment that these two people share together as they hold hands and make eye contact. Each day I spent with Lucy, there is at least one memorable moment during the day where we have held hands, had a snuggle, or laughed together. And I do love to feel her small hand in mine; I know that little hand won't stay little forever.