This morning before heading back to Paris, Chelsea was sitting on the steps.
Rubbing my eyes I saw my daughter as she is a woman.
Tears swallowed. Echoing in my mind words often said by parents,
"Where did the time go?"
An interior smile came upon me, as I noted Chelsea sitting on the halfway step. Symbolism speaks in ways that words cannot. "Hey little girl," She turned around, "Now that you are at this step can I start imagining your wedding day?" Giggling she nodded, "Why not." Oh another sweet chapter to look forward to: Dreams of love. There isn't a date, or ring, or anything that concrete, but dreams can be felt stirring. Such pleasure fills my ache of childhood gone.
Mr. Espresso's (Chelsea's boyfriend) mother is a wonderful cook. Yesterday she had us over for lunch. We sat on the terrace. For the first course she served stuffed grapefruit. Fresh, full of flavor, delicious! The grapefruit skin was used as a bowl. She filled it with skinned sections of grapefruit, avocado, shrimp, coriander and chili.
Chelsea when she was three years old.
Now she is twenty four.