This is Jamie's new profile . . .
Update - Jem won the naming contest so I rewrote the Title to fit.
My lovely youngest daughter. . . She and her husband Matt are expecting
their baby boy in July.
Jamie laments that the baby is
overly large for his wee in utero age.
(She must have inherited my propensity
to have very large babies - poor child).
So, we have been taking photos along the way to
document the event.
This is one I took last Sunday.
However, when I downloaded this picture I was rather stunned. Notice the print on the wall behind Jamie; it is a painting that she posed for as a young girl. The artist is Greg Olsen and his painting is entitled "Denim to Lace."
What I noticed however, is the look on the face of my daughter in the painting and her face in the photo in which she is now posed. Take a close look . . . they are nearly mirrored. Gosh! still so, so, much alike. A little more grown up, but that not much, really (thanks Matt for robbing the cradle)! But I see the beautiful serenity in both faces - they look alike, and it is very touching.
Oh yeah! . . . she has one very prominent difference - (I'm so sorry, very bad humor).
But for Jamie (and for me) a NEW phase, "Denim to Lace to . . . . cotton?" (as in burp rags?) That doesn't sound very sweet. How about "Denim to Lace to arms filled with love?" O.K., How about a contest for the best caption on the photo since I'm not doing so well.
All jokes aside, this reminds me of a Harry Belefonte song my mom taught me (and I sang in a music program at church when I was a little girl).
Turn Around
by Harry Belafonte, Malvina Reynolds and Alan Greene
Where are you going, my little one, little one,
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you're two,
Turn around and you're four,
Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my door.
Turn around, turn around,
Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my door.
Where are you going, my little one, little one,
Little dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone?
Turn around and you're tiny,
Turn around and you're grown,
Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own.
Turn around, turn around,
Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own.
Whatever phase Jamie is in, she has always been beautiful
and the photo and the song made me cry.
