She Is Amazing
My daughter's bedroom is like a personality capsule, a glimpse into what is truly important to her 10, almost 11, year old heart. Pictures of our family...a wedding photo of just her father and myself...a picture of her cousins, her sister and brother. A toy horse her little sister bought her for Christmas holds a cherished spot on her window sill and an old merry-go-round toy of mine, handmade by a cousin, now gone quietly gathers dust in the corner. A few years ago her godmother, my sister, gave her an old painting palette of hers, still covered in smears of paint. A piece of art in its own right, it now hangs, somewhat precariously, next to the pencil drawing created just for her by that same aunt. A place of honor on her lavender wall. Which will be green by the end of the summer if she has anything to say about it, by the way. Her books, an odd mixture of Nail Art, Anne of Green Gables, and her dad's old Zoo Books, are stacked messily on the bookshelf