Had one of those lovely poignant moments today.
Harriet was well enough to have a little shop so we bought her Grade 6 dinner dress.
Looking at her, standing there in the dressing room looking so beautiful, with all that mixture of innocence and ‘growing up ness’ going on, I was struck by how it seems impossible that she can look so right on the outside when her body is playing such tricks on her on the inside. Truly, if you judged by the wrapping, you would think she was a picture of health – if perhaps a little pale.
Roll on the day when the inside matches the outside again! : )