My youngest daughter Jacqueline has suddenly discovered that she loves to write, and all it took was one creative writing assignment at school. And you know what? She's got a gift! Here's an excerpt from her latest blog entry (you can see her blog through the link on the left):
"We make our way to the dress store, the most magical place on earth. We step into what seems like another planet, with racks and racks of dresses as far as the eye can see, and we can smell that sweet aroma of perfume and new clothes. But that's not the best part, we melt when we see the shoe rack, just shelves and shelves of glorious high heels, screaming your name. We dive at them trying on every pair we see. We stride down the aisles in our fabulous shoes, trying not to fall down so we don't make a fool out of ourselves in front of many dignified women with credit cards. We grab a few dresses to go with our astonishing shoes. And running to the changing rooms we trip over some racks, then decide to take off the shoes while we run. We do a little fashion show for each other wearing our glamorous outfits."
This really describes Jacqueline to a T. She's all girl; life's all about high heels, and dresses, and make-up. And I love that about her. I suppose she picked some of it up from her two older sisters, but neither of them are nearly as into the whole glamor girl scene as their little sister. She's getting taller and more beautiful every day, and I can already tell that the braces on her teeth are correcting the confusing jumble of front teeth that began when she was just a tiny little thing. We were living in France, and Jacqueline was probably 9 or 10 months old - old enough to crawl around, and just starting to pull herself up by holding onto any stable object. I was on baby-duty that day (of course), and I got preoccupied with a project and took my eyes off her for a couple of minutes... just long enough for her to try to stand up by holding onto one of the french doors leading into the living room. She was almost up when the door swung away from her and she fell forward and hit her front tooth on the ledge under the glass pane. I heard the screams and rushed over to find her mouth covered in blood, and her one tooth sticking straight out at right angles from her mouth. Ouch! Man, did I feel like a slug! We rushed her to the pediatric dentist at the hospital, and he pushed the tooth back up into place - but he didn't think there was much of a chance that it would stay. Sure enough, within a few days the tooth turned a darker color and we had to pull it out. Since that time the rest of her front teeth have competed for first place to fill the gap, and they all ended up in a big mess with teeth at every angle and some stacked up behind others. I had to swallow a big pill the day I agreed to fork out another $4000, but Nicole's teeth turned out so beautiful that I can't wait to see the result for Jacqueline. I guess I only have myself to blame for not paying more attention that day 12 years ago.
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