pigtails.

in trying to remember to record some of the little things,
instead of just the family get togethers and trips-
I wanted to write about your first pigtails!

and let me tell you, I worked hard for those pigtails!
You were crawling all over the dining room floor,
with me scooting along after you.
And then your Dad holding you hostage
so I could get a picture.
In which you look thrilled.

Grandma gave me the same little pigtails
and called them my little "paintbrushes."
I love that,
and I love them on you.