Sunday, September 20, 2009

Day 303

O Evabird, somehow Day 300 slipped by without a 1000 pink balloons to celebrate. I guess that's how it happens: the days get more and more slippery; fall keeps coming, year after year. All week I watched yellow school buses and knee-socked girls, and I imagined how, not so long from now, you'll be running to catch your own bus.

Already you're teaching me. Just yesterday, you fell backwards down a few stairs, and I picked you up, so sure that you were hurt, so sure that you needed me, only to have you wail more. Finally, I put you back on the steps, and you stopped crying. You were crying, I realized, not because you were scared or in pain, but because the stairs had been taken from you.

You, my little love, are funnier and smarter and sweeter every day; every day you become even more of who you've always been. Aw, 303, the day we saw a flock of white balloons flying through the blue. It's hard for me to imagine that 304 could be any better.


Richard Hefner said...

Happy 303 Evabird! Won't be long until you're 365!

margot said...

hi little eva!