The Little Moments

It was still warm and sunny for the hour – a sign of the approaching summer. She had been curled up in the old wicker rocking chair on our screened-in porch for a while, lost in a book.  Finishing up the dishes after an early supper, I picked up my own book and headed across the house to join her. As I stepped on to the porch, she looked up, a quizzical expression on her face and a finger carefully marking a spot in her book.

“Mommy, what does ‘veil’ mean? They are talking about a wedding in this bit…do they mean the thing you wear on your head?”

Remembering the contents of the latest box returned to me from the storage room of my ever patient parents, I replied “Yes, would you like to see one?” Her eyes opened wide with excitement.

We went to the guest room, and I opened the hope chest, taking out my own bridal veil.

“Whoa”, she whispered reverently, reaching out to gently touch the tulle.  I asked: “Would you like to try it on?”

A smile spread across her face. She nodded at me and stepped closer so I could slide the comb in, fixing it above her pony tail. She stepped closer to the mirror in the corner to admire herself.

Something was missing. What did I wear? A headband? We looked in the box where I had stored the other things carried and worn that day, and I found another comb, this one with flowers and sparkly bits on it. We slid it in front of the veil.

“It’s beautiful, mommy.”


She was beautiful. The light danced across her face as she studied the veil, pulling the top layer over her face…and then breaking the moment by pulling a silly grin in the mirror.


Because, of course: what is a mom to do, but grab her camera?

Who is this child, this kind, sensitive, frustratingly complicated little girl? She is no longer my baby. Well, she is MY baby, but she is no longer A baby. She is independent (until she is not). She is I can do this myself and you don’t have to help me and you don’t understand what I’m trying to say.

She is also I love you mama and watch me dance and tears of frustration and goofy grins.

Looking at my little girl, I could imagine the woman she would one day become. Would I be there to see this day of her own? Who would she grow up to be? How much longer will I get those tight, air-choking hugs?

My eyes got misty. I became a little anxious, too, and fought the urge to snatch it off her head. Not yet. Be my baby a little longer.

And this, I thought as I tucked the comb back in its protective wrap and tissue, this is why I started this blog.

To record the little moments.

Oh, and the bigger moments, to be sure, but we always remember the big moments. Perhaps not with perfect accuracy, but we remember the important bits in our own way.

I wanted to bear witness to the little moments.

The funny things they say. Boo’s first real rock concert and what it really meant to his dad.  Memories of his imaginary friend, long forgotten now. How little things our kids say can make us think about the bigger picture or just make us think. My parenting fails…and why they happen.

Moments like this.



Forgive me my sentimentality. Today is my six-year “blogoversary”.

Six years. Over 800 posts (some cringingly bad, including a few vlog posts I’m sure I’ll live to regret), 50+ drafts (many in that state for good reason), and 1961 comments.  I could spend a month cleaning up the early blog posts that didn’t migrate as cleanly as I’d like from Blogger, and I know I should, and I will get to it, eventually, but for now, they are a reminder of how far I’ve come since 2008.  My little piece of the internet has changed and grown, and I don’t know where it will lead me or how long it will last.

But it has been one heck of a road so far, full of little moments and big dreams…and silly stuff. Lots of silly stuff.

Thank you for sharing this journey with me.


  1. Gmom Phyl says

    What a beautiful picture, the first one, where a time warp sees her as a bride, perhaps wearing her Mama’s veil.
    You will be there, and it will be a wonderful moment.
    You will also see her through her college years, which will be most interesting, with her bright and tenacious way,to the woman she will become. I hope to see some of that time as well.

  2. I love this post! Beautiful! I’m crying! What an amazing moment you shared with each other! It’s beautiful times like that, that make you forget about the rough times! Happy Bloggingversity! We’ll have to celebrate for sure in July!

  3. What a wondering memory this will make. Aren’t you glad I sent the veil back to you. Maddie will make a beautiful bride someday.

  4. Just lovely. The phots will be a lovely memento!

    • Yes, we laughed about looking at this photo some day in the future, when it is her turn to be a bride! Thank you for stopping by!

  5. dltolley says

    Gorgeous. Beautifully done! Thank you for sharing . . . And congratulations!!!

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