I took this picture of Sawyer on Monday, Thanksgiving day. She was dressed in an outfit her Auntie Holly bought her for her birthday. I made her put on the hat, even though she didn't want to.
She was snugged right in at the end of my bed, beside the 3 baskets of laundry. She was watching Max and Ruby, or something similar. I hunkered down beside her and put the hat on her head.
I told her how pretty she was. I meant it. She was gorgeous. She said "Why don't you take my picture?"
So I did.
I look at this picture and I am shocked by her.
Yes, she is my daughter and I think she is beautiful. Every mom thinks that about their babies.
But here, she well and truly is gorgeous.
The blue eyes.
The red hair.
The curls, just under the cap.
The subtle smile.
The tilt of her head.
The look in her eyes. Oh that look. The look that knows so much, for such a little girl.
She is my heart and soul.
Just wanted to share my grown up lady, hiding in a 4 year old's body.
Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "new, every time I look at her".