the dramatic

My sweet girl, my first, turns eleven today.

She is quicksilver, shifting sand, change sweeping across her as easily as the tide.

She is 11, 1 and 1, one young and one old, and I love them both, these two together. This eleven who still has a girl’s wonder but who begins to see as an adult.

I think she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. This morning I will snuggle up to her and say, “Eleven years ago today…” and she will roll her eyes a little but still love the story.

I can’t imagine what surprises she still has in store for us. There is so much of her that is tucked away inside, her own private world. But then again, sometimes she lets us in.

Happy Birthday Lilly - I love you more than I can say.

this time last year: and we’re not great at math, either (17. 07. 2007)