Seven seems to be a profound number for me.  Not certain of the why but am certain of its weight in my psyche.
In a few days, my girl, my brilliantly illuminated daughter,  will have been gone 7 years.


She walked with others, quietly listening.  She dressed the room with effortless grace.
Her spirit sang across the room, the car, the stage, a field...and always with perfect cadence.

Never too loud, sometimes so quiet that if you weren't attentive you'd miss what might
Be your time to laugh, to be loved, to be touched or moved with her bright
smile touching your face.


And, oh, that face. Beauty...that only comes from within met her beautiful face.  Beauty throughout and within gave her such depth.  Impossible to define or explain.

Sweet little girl of mine...Mom misses you.