toes
I have been looking at the little girl's face. The way her head tilts. How high her chin is held. He straight arrow gaze. I am not sure what it says -- fear, defiance, spirit, daring. Her arms not at her sides but one reaching back holding a crib the other holding on to the hem of her shirt. Her legs planted apart. But I didn't see her toes until today. I've so tried to understand the language of her body that I did not notice that what I took for sneakers is really slip on sandles. And I can see her toes! And they are lovely, lovely, lovely toes. It is a new part of her to see and to study. Good even toes. My daughter has toes!
posted by Suz @ 11:25 PM
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