O Evabird, I love how dirty you get, and I love that you climb up the slide and that you hardly ever cry when you fall. I love that swings bore you and that you want to chew on sticks and chase pigeons and scream at passers-by. I love how when you stop (and you rarely ever stop) you stare up at the leaves and look up at the clouds. Ah my little love--how fearless and happy and enchanted you are; what a fierce and beautiful combination of qualities to take on the world.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Day 289
O Evabird, I love how dirty you get, and I love that you climb up the slide and that you hardly ever cry when you fall. I love that swings bore you and that you want to chew on sticks and chase pigeons and scream at passers-by. I love how when you stop (and you rarely ever stop) you stare up at the leaves and look up at the clouds. Ah my little love--how fearless and happy and enchanted you are; what a fierce and beautiful combination of qualities to take on the world.
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Well said. Life is good for Eva, and for Mom and Dad too.
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