Time, please slow like the gentle swinging of my little one. You’re going much too fast for me.
Perhaps it’s naive of me to think my daughter excels in areas that I find extraordinary, but I’m starting to think she may have some sort of photographic memory. Just now she watched me put away glasses in the cabinet and spotted this tiny port glass. We had gone to a vineyard back in the spring and JJ’s sister had gotten it at the tasting. This was five months ago.
"Is that the glass Auntie had?"
"What?" I asked, not really remembering myself.
"Auntie used that one," she said, "and then we had marshmallows."
Which we did. It was such a long time ago in her tiny little life, but apparently it was just yesterday to her. This sort of thing happens all the time. The smallest of things. A hairtie found behind the dresser belonging to a friend that came over that time; a color scheme reminding her of a painting she did months before; a seemingly ordinary walk we took ages ago. She keeps it all tucked away and doles them out like little gifts. Maybe it’s my age that prevents me from doing the same, only able to hold on to certain precious moments. I guess they all are to her.
Target can be a silly place.
Catching up on her studies. Clearly, a challenging subject.
"Momma take a picture of us pllleeeaaasse!" This girl :)
Eloise’s favorite perch on a Saturday morning.
Here’s one for you Grandma!
Case in point. Thank you family for a fantastic trip!
Beach bum! Missing our day-long ocean adventures this morning…
Corn.It’s what’s for dinner.
Eloise’s first…swim lessons! We’ve got a little fishy on our hands!