this girl, daughter #3, she's a pleaser. she studies hard. she follows the rules. before she was born, she tried to come into the world upside down. the doc was on his last attempt at an external version. my prayer..."please baby flip." and with a gulp, she aligned herself in the perfect birthing position.
i remember this game we used to play. she'd hold my hand and give me a gentle squeeze. i'd squeeze back. we'd mimic in morse code fashion, repeating the number of squeezes. no words. just a gentle squeeze, saying "do you see me? i see you."
gone are the days when she would quietly sit in a corner and line up her crayons or toy cars in an orderly row. now she wakes early for her morning run. later she camps out in her room studying, editing videos for her friends, or skyping her best friend. one could forget this girl was home. but when she's gone off with friends, her presence leaves a void. her quiet, gentle, fun-loving, humble spirit is missed.
"We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows."
-Robert Frost
-photos by me, my kids, and their friends
-The Middle of the Road, Jonathan Rice ♫
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