I’m about ready to burst with…something! I’m not sure what. My baby brought home her first school pictures today. My smiling firstborn against that familiar background of cloudy grey. I have never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I can’t quit staring at them. I’m not sure how they are even possible, since I vividly remember getting my own kindergarten picture taken, and it couldn’t have been 25 years ago! (okay, 26)
I love her half-squinty eyes and subsequent eye-wrinkles, her crooked grin, her new front teeth in all different stages of growth, the fever blister on her bottom lip, the lip gloss she wore to cover it up, her perfect complexion, her thick hair in all shades of gold, the way it frames her little face and flips under “just like Lucy Pevensie” (we used a curling iron to get the desired effect), her short-sleeved turquoise shirt with a striped shirt underneath.
I wish I could freeze her innocence. I’m not ready for the braces, the zits, the make-up, the scornful expressions… The only thing I can think to do–well, two things actually. Pray my heart out for her, and soak up every single moment of her childhood.