It's a favorite of mine, because it holds my favorites - a favorite time, a favorite place, a favorite hand. A perfect evening summer stroll through a beautiful flower garden as the sunsets over an apple orchard and a hint of sea salt lingers in the background. Our tummies were full of sweet ice cream and my hand was held by her sticky hand and my heart lost in her eyes that look just like blueberries. She is so independent and doesn't reach out for my hand much anymore, but when she does it's just a sweet as the ice cream we enjoyed that evening. She is precious to me. I love this picture. I love how it helps me stand still and take a deep breath whenever I see it. Just a perfect moment in time held in His hands (Job 12:10).