it's strange to think of her studying at the same kitchen table, laying out to read in the same backyard, making her morning tea on the same old stove.
it's strange to think of her before the weight of maternal responsibility dropped on her shoulders, to see her a little wild and free and with friends who were out of her life before even the idea of me came into the picture.
it's strange to see that she looks just like me! and that she once spent her time musing over music and sat on the floor and probably even sang just like me (these days, we love harmonizing to the radio on car trips).
makes me want to leave a great legacy of coolness for my unborn daughter, makes me want to dig through the old wardrobes next!
