Her face changed.
She can tell you a joke. Quite what this joke is remains an unknown thing to me. But this joke is the most funny thing you will hear all day, simply because it is followed but a big, long baby laugh. I look at her face closely about seven times a day. She feeds with such grace, determination and precision that feeds no longer last for hours, they last for ten minutes and are deep and swift.
I am missing the tiny little changes. She doesn’t look how the looked yesterday and tomorrow she will have morphed again.
Even after all these years I’m still not comfortable with the rate of change.