traces of her

Early August and the anticipated days of having Ivy with us for several days burst upon us and these were busy days outside our usual routine, if there is truly any routine to speak of in the summer months. She left with her mother and a kiss blown with little hand to mouth, I caught it through the car window as they drove away at the end of the visit. This morning I looked around my home and the traces of her were still there. I miss her, and those early morning  with her just "showing up" were dear. We would go outside on the patio, she with her early morning hair bringing back a great flash of memory of those mornings years ago when  her mother would greet me  in like manner, and then seven years later, her Aunt Charlotte as well. "Messy Hair Mornings" we called it.

We managed to pack a variety of activity into those few days...

And after she left we continued on as before, just without Ivy. I do wish she lived closer by.