Today is my daughter’s ninth birthday.
As I write these words (at 5:40 AM), she’s standing about seven feet to my left, listening to the music of Grace Vanderwaal and, in her words, “enjoying an early morning Grace Vanderwaal dance party.”
The cats are sitting on the counter, watching her dance. Transfixed by this not-so-little-girl move across the kitchen floor.
If only I could freeze these moments forever.
Watching her dance on her birthday morning reminded me of this tweet and photo, posted by a high school senior in 2017 on her last day of school.
“My dad has been peeling oranges for my lunch since kindergarten & on my last day of high school I got this instead.”