There was a time when I watched you play with laundry. You were nine months old. Fresh from a bath in your feetsie pajamas. Hair all wispy and clean. No curls…yet. Unaware of my watchful eyes, you did your thing and I did mine. I sketched to remember you in this moment.
Now is the time that I watch you dance. You are seventeen years old today. Always on the go – work, school, dance, friends. I watch you build and live your life. Always leaving with a “Bye! Love you!”. Always coming with a “Hi!” My time to watch you now is when you dance. You move too fast for me to sketch. I video. I take pictures, praying to get one or two that will capture the passion and beauty of you doing your thing. I want to remember you in this moment.
Happy 17th Birthday Grace Marie, my monkey! xoxo