26 Mar 2014
Thoughts of her ways play peek-a-boo with me during the day. Just as she would pop out unexpected from the clothes basket, wisps of my girl show themselves, make me smile and then swirl off into the day to day like leaves on the breeze.
Her "too loud" singing voice, the way tiny flecks of dirt embellish her part line from the many tumbles in the playground, the snips of paper everywhere,her insatiable love of olives, the fire in her belly. The way she closes her eyes and purses her lips before leaning in for a kiss. Kisses I'm missing terribly; she says she's missing them too.
So I made a little envelope for them. A long, vintage doily carefully folded and sewn into place now provides a safe way to transport precious kisses to school. They lay quietly, wrapped in linen and embroidery if she may ever need them. Perhaps I might need to make another one for me.