This is not a staged photo.
My daughter is a sleeping diva who wears a sequined mask every single night to shade her delicate eyes from the harsh light of morning. And today I just happened to catch it on camera.
Oh man, I love it!
I don’t know how it started. I think her daddy gave her a sleeping mask from an airplane ride when she was little. And then my mom made her a pink one to replace it. When that one became too small, we found her this one at Justice or some other teeny bopper store. And she owns it like no one else!
Every night I go in and kiss her forehead before I go to sleep. Every night I find her like this. Mask on. Blankie – yes, BLANKIE – squished up under her head just like so. Freckles poking out everywhere.
It makes me happy. I sometimes wonder, will she still wear a diva eye mask when she’s married? And even better – will she still love that BLANKIE.
It makes me giggle. I love my Hannie B.