She skips ahead of me.
In a Cinderella dress down to her toes.
A size too big.
I remember her face, earlier, when I said that yes, she could keep her dress-up dress on for our walk.
(I’m known to say no.)
I won’t ever forget the way she looked up at me with her big brown eyes full of excitement “Thank you mama!” she gasped.
And now I watch as she happily dances down the sidewalk.
“Watch me skip mama!”