But this is the only photographic evidence: Little Miss using her chauffeured ride back home from WinCo to browse through one of the lighter works of popular fiction.
She is growing up so fast - yes, yes, that's a vile cliche', I know - and that's the reason I enjoy this snapshot so much. Just for a moment you get a glimpse, perhaps, through a windshield darkly, of the young woman she might grow into, sitting on the bus downtown reading through Jane Eyre (I could hope...or perhaps a pornographic manga. Whatever, so long as she loves to read).
I have little hope to live to see her grown to her full adulthood - as my parents have me, looking back from their eighties at me in my fifties - so I treasure these little glimpses of the young woman my littler girl may become.
