a little water, a lot of fun

one of the highlights of our trip to dallas was having viy and cai spend time with their cousins.

the waterpark by the house was the perfect spot.

i loved to watch my little girls splash and giggle, explore and spin, and just enjoy so much simplicity.

the cool drops of water, the warmth of the summer sun, connecting with cousins.

what a perfect memory.

precious

danny

playing together

sheer joy

no fear

we have to leave?

a little more please

such a beautiful little girl, my niece

creating a lasting memory for mama

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