Day 99

Evabird, day 99, and the weather is warming, and the cherry blossoms are on their way to blooming, and you, my little love, are blooming too. Yesterday, we stood with friends on the street corner, and we were all so in love with you, so delighted by your smile, that we missed the light to cross. We thought we might never need to go anywhere, that we would be perfectly content staring down at you, but we moved on anyway and found ourselves with a wide-eyed you at the farmer's market marveling at the giant sweet potatoes and buckets of tulips, the fresh cheeses and crusty bread. Later, you and I wandered the promenade and watched the sun set over the city. Ah, girly bird, it hasn't even been a hundred days, and already you have cracked my heart open so wide and deep that I can't even remember life without you. O, my littlest love, bloom. Bloom. Bloom.