I was bathing Kate the other night (as I do every other night). Her hair was full of suds and piled up on her head.
She turned, and I noticed a few strands of hair curling down beside her face.
And suddenly I saw what she would look like on the day she goes to a formal dance. Or the day she gets married.
Her hair piled on top of her head, artfully curled, with one or two curls framing her face. Her smooth, light skin, her dark hazel eyes.
And it shook me, all the way to my core, as painful as a punch to my chest. It made my heart hurt — a good kind of hurt, the kind of love that speaks of being willing to live or die for a person. The kind of love that wants to hold on tighter than tight.
But knows that some day it has to let go.
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Those glimpses into the future are so frightening and so amazing, all at the same time. Makes me feel like Sybil Trelawney having one of her episodes. (Do you read Harry?)
I do read Harry, of course!
Those glimpses just take my breath away.
la la la I’m not listening. Little girls never grow up 😉 lol
You know what they say about denial right? 😉
I get those flashes with the Boy Band. Last night, I realized I wasn’t just getting a flash — I was seeing him as he’d grown into those flashes. Scary cool.
I know some day I’ll be looking at one of my daughters, and remember one of these moments. It’s going to be weird and wonderful, no doubt.