Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Evabird, tomorrow you will have been on earth for 110 days, and so today we celebrated. There were roosters in the street and Chinese paper kites in the air; hot-tubbing after breakfast and chocolate-eating before dusk; and you, my sweet one, looked out into the ocean with the same blue wonder you look at everything. It has been 109 days since you were born, and in those days, a butterfly has landed on you; you've been to seven states and seen great art and known great love; you've stared out at the sea and sat under the Oklahoma sky. Happy birthday, my little love. May tonight's dreams be your sweetest yet.