Reminder

I don't remember why she was crying.  

And I certainly don't remember what I did to comfort her.  Most likely with an "Oh, you're fine." 

But I am so glad I got this face caught forever.

Those cheeks.

Those crystal blue persuaders.

The absence of lips, just like her mother.

You are a constant reminder of what childhood really should look like:

Scraped knees.

Snotty nose.

Juice mustache.

Dirty feet.

You are my sweetest goose.