I didn’t do the braids.
I need to learn how, or, rather, to practice so I can do them this nicely.
Julia loves having her hair done.
It makes her feel so grown-up, I think.
And she looks older, too.
It’s kind of disconcerting, actually.
This baby girl of mine with the big girl French braids.
A peek through the mist at the bigger girl she will become one day. And far too soon.
I take comfort in her cheeks. They’re so smushable and kissable. She’s still got a toddler face sometimes.
And those smudges of melted blue sugar on her chin are a great comfort to me as well.
She’s still my baby.