Sunday, March 29, 2009
Spring Break, Day 1
This shot wraps up who she is and packages it neatly. I will narrate. Her neck is slightly strained, so that her smile might reach the highest height possible. Her bottom hand is in a cupping shape. It wants to be neat and tidy, and it is. She is showing her teeth, but only because her parents like it. If it was up to her, she would cover them up like she does when she's nervous. Her favorite shirt, check, her favorite jeans, check. Which, by the tell-tale white sock showing are too short for her after only owning them for a month. And lastly, her sketchers. Never has a girl loved a name brand as much as my Gracie loves and talks about her sketchers.
What I see is milky white skin, smiling eyes, that thick black hair that silences me and a soul that is doing somersaults in that small body of hers. She writes loves notes to James R., envelopes them, takes them with her to school and as Daddy is dropping her off, gets nervous and stashes them in the glove compartment. She's too scared to ask the lunch lady to help her open her fruit cup, so she just doesn't eat it. She takes her pony tail out every single day and gives the hair elastic to Kelsey.
Today we took a family walk after dinner. We went over to the bridge that overlooks a lake. Grace ran far ahead and stood still suddenly, the wind blowing her hair. Her lips stuck out and her hands clutched the book that she just couldn't leave at home and I stopped and stared. And closed my eyes for a moment. I will never forget how she looked then. Absolutely the most beautiful living thing.