Monday, June 29, 2015

178/365 A braid

A braid...of the cherished Elsa style, only for my sweet and sassy niece, the one with my name in the middle of hers, the one who looks the spitting image of the sister I shared a room with and put masking tape smack down the center of, marking the separation between us like a battle line. But that line isn't there anymore. And instead I get to braid her daughters hair in twisted spirals of interlocking silky blonde ropes. Lines again but each one hugging the next close and complicated, knotted together and sure, history and future embracing each other.

1 comment:

  1. Such beautiful words...such wise insight...words to remember and give a mama's heart hope for when two of my girls continually annoy each other right now.