Snow Day

Eleven.

The in-between age.  The oh so short period of time between the imagination of childhood and the adventures of what is known as “teenagers”.

Your room is still full of dolls and toys but I’ve been noticing you don’t play with them as much you used to.  I had to look for a picture book last month for a little visitor we had at our house; there weren’t any in your  room, chapter books now fill your shelves.

Yesterday you sang to with the radio as we drove home from school.  It was a new song that I had never heard before but you knew all the words. Your math homework this week was full of algebra and you have to write a thesis for your upcoming project.

You are growing up.

I didn’t have time to take photos of you on your birthday and the months have flown since then.

Today we had yet another snow day and I have a new light in my studio that was begging for me to try it out.

And with only a bribe (and a 15 minute time limit during which you would humour me) to make some popsicles- you agreed.

-Abbie at 11 years.