The Sophia Chronicles

I want to remember your ridiculous outfits. today was a doosy…

I want to remember how when you are really happy with or proud of your outfit you stretch your body out to make sure I can see the whole thing. every time you do this little strut…

I want to remember how you say flower “fwower pwetty”

I want to remember how when you put your head bands on you don’t want help & you end up with this awesome hippie girl look. I love it.

I want to remember how you brush your hair after your bath. you brush that fine hair of yours so intently. you say “look mama hia pwetty”

I want to remember that your favorite is to brush your hair at night after your bath looking out your window. you love it.

I want to remember how when you see your neighbor friends come home or come outside you point & scream “hi wexi” & you ask if you can go give her a hug.

I want to remember watching your love for books & reading grow.

I want to remember that when you turned three you wanted to be the one reading to me, not me reading to you anymore.

I want to remember your sweet little body. your big belly. your little toes & your long, long legs.

I want to remember how you point as you “read” to me.

I want to remember how you like to line everything up, everything. now you count as you go & you always skip number one, or say it twice so you are always one number off. I want to remember that you started to count to ten when you were three.