Glitter

Dear Mom,

I remember when I was a little girl watching you get ready to go out to a party or somewhere with Dad. I remember sitting on your bed and seeing you put on your makeup, jewelry, and perfume. I thought you were just about the most beautiful and special person ever.
This morning as I walked down in to the kitchen wearing a gold sequined top for school, I heard a tiny intake of breath from the little girl across the room. When that little breath gushed out, "Mommy, I like your pretty shirt," I knew Riley was looking at me the same way I looked at you.

Love,
Your Little Girl