Over the River and Through the Woods

I'm not sure if you can see these clearly, but these are photos of a little girl growing up before your eyes. We live on the same street as my mother-in-law, (Grandma Lisa) who watches Hannah while I'm at work.  There are virtually no cars that come down the street except other relatives all of whom know that children are likely to pop out of the trees at any moment.  So, now that it is pretty outside Hannah wants to ride her bike to Grandma's house.  This means that we have to leave quite early in the morning because it takes a while to ride your tricycle down the street while pausing every few feet to shout something to your mommy, who is driving closely behind (but not too closely!) hanging her head out the window shouting replies and the occasional directive regarding tricycle operation.  Every time I follow her little independent self happily riding her tricycle, loudly singing songs on her way to Grandma's, my heart breaks just a little.