Friday, August 19, 2011

Time in a bottle

Holding Erin this morning.

"I wish no one had to die," she says. "I wish Rudy wouldn't die. I wish you wouldn't die. I wish everyone could be their age forever."

"I hope I live a long life," I said.

"Well, you're not. You're going to be a grandma soon."

I smile. She's four. Lanie is eight. "Why do you say that?"

"Because your hair is turning white."

"No it's not," I say, pointing to the roots. "I just touched up a few days ago."

Today, she is prancing around in a princess gown. 

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