I am rarely without my camera.
I have two cameras. One is bigger and fancier and the other is smaller and simpler. I am rarely without one or the other.
I don’t take my camera into the bathroom. (Does anyone? Come on, that would be beyond weird.)
This morning, I wish I did.
We were going to breakfast with my dad (as we do most weekends and on the occasional mid-week day off from work), and I was afraid that we were running late. On my way to the bathroom, I pulled a comfy dress over Grace’s head and said, “Finish putting your dress on, okay?”
Okay, Mommy. My can do it myself.
Terrific. I went up the steps and sat down on the toilet.
Less than a minute later, she appeared in the doorway.
MY DID IT ALL BY MYSELF! She exclaimed with a hop. My am beautiful! Her pride was palpable.
Instead of putting her arms into the sleeves of the dress, she pulled the whole thing down over her shoulders. The neck of the dress was stretched around her chest, the sleeves near her waist, and the hem was skimming her feet. She couldn’t have been cuter.
And I was sitting on the toilet, without my camera or the ability to go get one.
“You are beautiful. You did that all by yourself? That must have been tough!”
By the time I finished what I was doing, Grace had wiggled the dress down past her waist.
“Can I help you make your dress a little more comfortable?”
Grace eyed me suspiciously (she had already done it, after all!), but she agreed.
I helped her ease her arms into the sleeves and gave her a hug.
I still wish my camera had been in the bathroom.
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