The dress my daughter wore in the photo below was a thrift-store find. A soft flannel, the dress was her favorite those years she was two and three. She wore the dress until it was above her knees. I can still remember how her bare knees fit perfectly into the palm of my hands, her skin suntanned long into the fall, often lightly scratched or bruised from playing.
At fifteen, now, she feels light-years beyond those days.
Here’s a piece I wrote about this summer when she and I switched places in the car, beginning, “This fall, my 15-year-old daughter Gabriela was at the wheel of my Subaru when I panicked….”
Stony Soil Vermont 
What a beautiful essay! Thank you for sharing it with the world.
Thank you — although I am wishing she could now go back to school and hang with her friends….
Oh I know, it is so hard on them. My granddaughters high school is on remote until mid-January, and she is certainly feeling it already! PS she just her license and has had little time to enjoy it!
Nice piece in KidsVT
Thank you!