If it were humanly possible I’d wrap time up in a sturdy box. I’d bind that amazing box with ribbon so secure, time would have no other choice but to stop.
I’d paint portrait after portrait to freeze my children’s beautiful faces in their most innocent moments.
I’d fill our home with festive balloons year round so my children would stay young forever.
I’d bake rainbow cakes piled so high with color, all escape routes would be blocked.
But there is no sturdy box to hold time, only birthday gifts wrapped in pretty foil bows and birthday pizza cookies.
I can paint all the portraits I desire but each canvas will only reflect an older face.
And my children will continue growing up and growing wiser than their silly mother…
Happy Birthday, dearest delicate daughter.