photo: copyright–Leisa A. Hammett
Getting dressed. I look in the mirror at the girl sitting on the edge of the tub behind me. Short, dark hair. Tall, long and thin. She wears a tee-shirt from spring break camp and Chico's jeans that I grew out of and she grew into. This girl. This girl. She got so big. I look at her and think of when I held a baby in my arms. That was 16 years ago. How did she grow this old? This fast? I now have a teen. Not just a teen, one who's lovely and today turned a very sweet 16. Leaving me all, in this moment of mind and eye reflection, slightly and love-i-ly…bittersweet.
