The last day of eight

This sleeping beauty has her last day of being an eight-year-old tomorrow.

Here she is at less than a year. I remember when I took this picture. I was sitting in a kitchen chair, holding her, feet on the table. She'd fallen asleep against me and she looked so lovely. I had the Nikon within reach and took some shots blind, pointing the camera in what I guessed might be the right direction, hoping to capture some of this sweet contentedness. I can almost feel it, the weight of her head on my chest. The soundness of her sleep.