But check out how long her hair is getting.
I said, don’t laugh.
On Friday, when I picked her up from day care, she had a big purple bow in her hair (that was not there when we left the house that morning). And her biggest, silliest grin. Those late afternoon times, when it’s just Alice and I and the radio, playing on the floor – before she gets hungry for dinner and before she gets cranky for a bath – often are the times I get the most laughs from her. The easiest smiles.
And can we memorialize that gap between her teeth?
I know that sometimes people save a lock, tied in a ribbon, of their baby’s first fine hair.
Not to get all sentimental on you.
But I would like to keep forever, please, the perfect space between her first front teeth.