Pudgy, dimpled hands sticking shiny hearts to tiny cards. A beautiful, wrinkled brow painstakingly signing her name with backwards “E’s”. Yesterday, a young girl making valentines. Today, wondering if it's time to leave that all behind.
It’s a time she holds my hand but wants to run ahead and catch up with friends.
It’s a time she needs my reassurance but wants to show me her way is just as good.
It's a time when she teaches and I listen and learn.
She loves to hear stories of what she used to be like, but the questions about who I think she’ll become have never been asked before now.
And so she asks me — what will I be like? Who do you think I will be?
You will be beautiful, kind and poised. The same girl you’ve always been, but bolder and wiser.
You will be 10, yes. But you will always be mine.