Daisy

I don’t know why it is, but I can so often still see Daisy as the little two and three year old version of herself. I can picture her exact little smiles (with her top missing incisor – the one that never grew in), and her just lengthening strawberry blonde hair, and mostly, her tiny little personality.

Today I sent her up to get dressed and ready for the day. Mike and I were sitting on our bed chatting. We could see her at the top of the stairs where she’d come out of her room in different outfits and, unaware of our watching eyes, dance and model a bit in front of the mirror there. It made us smile, and it made me wish, once again, that my kids could just stay young and innocent and content forever – that they wouldn’t ever have to become teens and enter the phase of comparing and worrying. I like all the carefree happiness.