My favorite moment (maybe ever?) was a brief second while Ryan and his dad were watching a jousting show. Lyla wandered over to some wooden steps and patted the spot next to her, beckoning for me to sit with her. When I sat down I looked at her and she reached up and, like her dad and I are constantly doing to her, she gently brushed my hair off of my face. I can't even explain the rush of emotions it caused in me. Oh, how I love that baby.