Seven Years by Norah Jones.
Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone
Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along
Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound
Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own
This song used to make me feel a little sad. But now that Valerie is seven, I get it. It is a beautiful song to me now. It is Valerie.
And this is her birthday dress.
She love, love, loves dragons. When I found the dragon fabric I thought it might be a little scary. Not at all. It was exactly what she had in mind. And she wanted another "vest dress." Complete with the black industrial strength zipper.
I love, love, love that that Valerie is her very own seven-year-old person.