Last week Gracie told me a funny story while I was cooking dinner. She was talking fast and slurred one of her words. It instantly reminded me of what she sounded like after losing her two front teeth years ago. I looked up and smiled, almost expecting to see my little six-year-old clutching her pink bunny in one hand and a Barbie in the other.
But I looked up and saw this young lady instead, all teeth intact.
My 11-year-old who smells like cotton candy perfume … who uses my razor and wipes her mascara off on the shower curtain … who talks on the phone morning noon and night … who doodles and sketches and blogs … who recently asked to wear my engagement ring to cheerleading practice …
She is a beauty! And I love that little detail about wiping mascara on the shower curtain (although I think it would drive me insane!). 🙂