Sometimes there are moments you think,"I have to remember this." And then you go on to throw the wash in the dryer or let the dog out, and it's lost under the crashing waves of life in motion.
This evening Rosie came down for dinner after a shower, wearing a too short summer nightie, a faded blue nylon one with pink piping. Her wet hair was wrapped up in a towel twisted on top of her head -- a feat she recently accomplished. A beauty she is, like a Dove soap model. She looked all about twenty except for one thing... she was sucking her thumb.
It's a habit she's trying to grow out of (after a chat with an othrodontist) -- sort of. Its her default position after a long day of play.
Today I was glad she was still sucking her thumb. I don't want her to grow up just yet.
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