Tiny fingers

wrapped around the blue petals.

She saw her reflection

and smiled.

I watched

absorbed in the moment.

She continued to smile

at the little girl in the mirror

who smiled back.

Content and happy.

And I silently hoped

this is how it would always be.

That regardless of

the years that pass,

the things that change,

the worries that exist,

she will always see her reflection

and smile at the person

looking back at her.

Content and happy.

8 thoughts on “Reflection”

  1. Beautiful slice. Here’s hoping that all of our daughters and granddaughters will love who they see in the mirror as much as we love them!

  2. This post made me tear up, Jennie. The first time that Robby saw his reflection, we sat in front of our bedroom mirror for a half an hour. The BEST.

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