I don't know how, but these shots somehow escaped the recap of our last trip to Grammy and Grampy's house. Quite possibly because there were just no words at the time to describe it. How someone so sick could look so angelic, all dressed up in her great grandmother's finery. Wearing a slip that was her mother's so many, many years ago. Looking sixteen and six days old, all at the same time. It just takes my breath away...
I imagine how she felt. So fancy in her clinking jewels. So much prettier with each item she added. Not worried a bit that it would be too much. Because what is that exactly? Nonexistent when you're two, that's what.
I know one day she will ask me, "Is it too much?" as she holds up an accessory of some kind. I hope I will have the good sense not say what I think, but to ask her if it makes her feel good. Knowing that nothing is too much on her. Because she will always be the star of any outfit. Any accessory. That style is a personal thing, and something that I myself have lost track of.
Whether I ever make a style recovery or not, I know that one day she will stop asking me. And start asking her friends instead. And I will pray that she believes in herself enough to value their input but still make her own choices. That she will see the beauty that I do. In her eyes.
In her every expression. In the wisps of her hair and the turn of her mouth. Her beauty is far more than the glint of gold on her wrist or the sparkle on her ear.
It can't be enhanced by jewels or paint. Nor can it be hidden by fashion fails. Big lessons for such a little girl to have to learn. But important ones. Oh how Nana would have delighted in this moment, watching Addison explore her old jewelry box, and remembering me doing the very same thing, so many years ago...
Do I think it's to much? Not at all. I think it's exactly perfect. And so would Nana. I'm certain of it.
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