Just the other day...
I found these pictures of Elise when she was much younger, 3,4, and 7 years old. These moments of her life have raced past me and I simply couldn't catch up. I imagine that for her, she'll have fleeting memories of places, people and things but not the ability to recall just how she lived at that time.
She smiled a lot. These pictures of her reflect that. She was indeed a happy little girl. How casual she looked in some of the photos, not a care in the world and tough enough to handle each development arising. I can see what others can not when looking at these momentos, how her eyes were opening up and she was experimenting with the world around her. She had that look because I was there to protect her. This too, I notice from pictures I share with her. What strikes me that as the pictures pass from one year to the next and she's a year older than before, the gleam in her eyes changes just a little bit more. Until I notice why in her sport pictures as she becomes a teenager...her discovery of the world and expectations of it all seems to damper and she settles into some sort of complacement with the scheme of things to be.
Did we all lose our luster of life at puberity?
And why do I hear Fiddler On The Roof soundtrack in my head? WTF?
She smiled a lot. These pictures of her reflect that. She was indeed a happy little girl. How casual she looked in some of the photos, not a care in the world and tough enough to handle each development arising. I can see what others can not when looking at these momentos, how her eyes were opening up and she was experimenting with the world around her. She had that look because I was there to protect her. This too, I notice from pictures I share with her. What strikes me that as the pictures pass from one year to the next and she's a year older than before, the gleam in her eyes changes just a little bit more. Until I notice why in her sport pictures as she becomes a teenager...her discovery of the world and expectations of it all seems to damper and she settles into some sort of complacement with the scheme of things to be.
Did we all lose our luster of life at puberity?
And why do I hear Fiddler On The Roof soundtrack in my head? WTF?