Une Envie de Sel

I sometimes try to imagine what Q will look like when she's older. These days you can see flickers of it in her, flickers of that willowy girl interlaced with her dimpling cheeks and baby giggle. I don't want to lose my two-year-old too soon...my hip-riding, squirming, shiny-cheeked, ever-grinning two-year-old who bugles her happiness to the spring sky. But it's sweet to imagine, now and then, what she will grow into. This illustration was inspired by those imaginings...