lost in time
January 30, 2014 § 5 Comments
This morning my daughter nestled on the stairway, dressed for the day but hidden beneath a tangled curtain of hair; shoulders draped over a paperback book and tiptoes curling her frame against the hands of time. My mind on the clock, but heart in my throat, I left her to linger over the last pages of her story in the dwindling minutes before school; each of us lost to a moment in time.
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I remember these stolen moments well. And I love watching my son do the same now. Wonderful to raise a reader . . .
Thank you, Kay. I am especially grateful to have captured so many snapshots of my daughter’s journey to literacy, here, among my musings. Her love of language, as a reader and writer, is one born of patience and steadfast determination.
“tiptoes curling her frame against the hands of time.” Love.
Thanks, Lara!