When She Was Small

I was looking through old photos on my phone today and came across these gems from when Sophie was three.

When She Was Small

Look at that concentration as she ‘helped’ me cook. She was so determined to do everything herself, even when she needed a step stool just to reach the counter.

Chef Sophie’s floor restaurant was always booked solid

The kitchen was her stage, her laboratory, her entire world. She’d spend hours down there with her plastic bowls and wooden spoons, creating elaborate meals for her stuffed animals.

The determination was real

And the concerts! Oh my god, the concerts. That wooden spoon was her microphone and our kitchen was Madison Square Garden.

The kitchen concerts were legendary

The determination in that little face when she was trying to reach the faucet - she was going to wash those dishes whether I helped or not. Now she’s fifteen and asking if she can borrow my car. Where does the time go? I swear she was this tiny just yesterday, making me pretend soup with plastic vegetables and asking me to sing along to her kitchen concerts. Sometimes I miss those days so much it physically hurts.