Little Riv, as I watched you colouring at your little craft table, I saw a face full of earnest concentration.  Your tiny head was tilted, your hair curling sweetly against your neck, the light making your ears look pink and translucent.  You are so small now that your feet dangle from the chair and the crayons look too big for your hands.  But in that moment, I didn’t see my baby — I had a glimpse of the little girl you will become.