Twenty-two

I wouldn't stop the time, even if I could.

But I stare at those rosy cheeks and suddenly I can feel the warmth of her summer-kissed skin, and I smile because even then she had a book with her.

I can almost hear the giggles.  

Tonight I feel nostalgic.

Especially tonight, when my daughter has a birthday far away.     She will be home in a few weeks, to celebrate my birthday and Claire's baptism and to have some time to pet the dog and cook and read and rest at home, but it will be a quick week and then she is back for her senior year.   Twenty-two looks so beautiful on her.  And her sun-kissed skin and dimples and true smile are a gift of grace and hope.   Happy birthday, dear Madelaine.
You are loved!