Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Eliana

After slipping the fairy dress over her left-over-from-being-a-flower-girl curls, I turned to leave the room, calling her to come with me to make supper.

First, she said quietly, turning to her jewelry box, I need to decorate myself.

And three bracelets, four butterfly clips and a necklace later, she's *decorated*.

I feel so shabby standing at the stove in my rubberbanded-ponytail and bare wrists and neck.