changing seasons

We sat side by side in church this morning.  The meeting was nearing the close and she was bored.  She had been sitting close most of the meeting with her head resting on and off my shoulder throughout the hour.  She began playing with my hand...comparing matching freckles (the spots that we have freckles in the same location).  Then she spread her palm and fingers wide.  She placed my hand on top of hers and what seems like all of a sudden her hand is the same size as mine.  I asked her right then if I could take her picture after church.  The only thing that changes more quickly than the season changing from summer to fall...is children who grow faster than weeds.