I just looked over at my daughter, playing on the yellow pine floor with her mama’s latest pair of sunglasses, a small sparkly purple clip pulls her golden-brown hair over her right ear, the rest of the curls and waves rest on her shoulders. She’s wearing a colorful, striped t-shirt and hot pink pants.
“Be careful with the glasses, okay?”
“‘kay,” she nods.
Suddenly she seems like she’s five years old. And I want to squeeze her and forever recall this time when she’s not yet two.
3 Comments
Jacinda Apr 26, 2006 10:31 PM
Oh…just wait, until she IS five and you can’t remember what she was like before she could talk and use the potty! I have all of these pictures of a little boy, and vague memories, but I’m not totally sure that it all really happened! And this not even five years after he was born.
And by the way, I’m working at Park Middle School. Every now and then I have to park on your block when the parking lot is full. :)
RT Apr 27, 2006 11:30 AM
What’s your position at Park? You should definitely stop by and say howdy sometime. I love the pics on your site, by the way. Your kids are so precious and so adorable. : )
Jacinda May 2, 2006 12:30 AM
I work in the Teen Center. So, basically I herd 11-14 year old kids and plan fun/stupid activities to trick them into doing :)
I love all of your pics too! Livia is such a doll, and you do a great job capturing the essence of a moment.