This morning Sophie and I were the first ones up. Well, except for John who’d already left for work. That is the one thing I’ll miss when school starts; those waking up slow mornings where the kids and I can just cuddle up and talk.
Soph and I were on the couch and she was telling me a story. I was mostly paying attention to the sunlight on her face, the beautiful grey and green in the brown of her eyes. I asked her if I could take a picture of her eye, and she said I could only if she could take one of mine.
Then, she started to take a closer look at my face.
"Mama," she said, "your eyes are all squishy and liney. Are you really old? Are you going to die?"
"Well. Uh. I’m getting a little bit old, but not OLD, you know? Don’t worry."