Here she is as a little girl. On the left, it was a Saturday morning and I told her she could pick out her own outfit. Who knew a bathing suit and turtleneck could work so well paired together! And she sure could rock inner-thigh rolls of chub. And on the right, a Cinco de Mayo work party from when we lived in Huntington Beach, CA. I took any opportunity I had to dress her up in costume. Not sure that the role of white artist tape was an accessory I had in mind to complete the Mexican-themed look.
And my daughter as a woman. Am honored and blessed to call her mine.
"Our house was not unsentient matter — it had a heart and a soul, and eyes to see with; and approvals and solicitudes and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benedictions. We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out in eloquent welcome — and we could not enter it unmoved."- Samuel Clemens
I am probably the most content person you'd ever want to meet. I have a decent job working with people I like, a loving family including a swell Old English Sheepdog, a home where nesting and curling up on slipcovered sofas is required, and a life rich in creative crafting and daydreaming. I someday want a cottage at the beach where my grandchildren can bring sandy feet into the house, wet bathing suits can dry on the front porch and everything we need to get to is a bicycle ride away.