She was a cute little booger.
Her dad or grandad, one never knows, patiently directed, and corralled her endless energy and curiosity.
I return to transfer laundry from washer to dryer. She hasn't slowed down one bit.
"Let it go, let it go, LET IT GO!!!"
I've no clue what precipitated Elsa quietly at first and then increasing volume, deciding someone, anyone, needed to let it go.
Her little voice was pure.
I smiled.
Dad, grandad, takes a load of laundry to the car, comes back to fetch the last of his wash, and his little girl. She happily bounces along curious and merry.
"Bye everyone," he says to no one in particular.
"Bye," sweet child quietly whispers.
The beautiful innocence of a child.
Made my day.
I'm still smiling.
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