Something about those little hands covering her eyes caught my eye in the mirror. "Ok, I'm ready, Mom!"  How many times has this scene played out in our family in 30 years: gently brushing out little tangles, making straight parts for ponytails, carefully dividing hair into sections to make even braids.  Little jobs like this are gifts. I am reminding myself not to rush through them because the day will come all too soon and there will be no more bows to tie.