The first scrapes and boo-boo's of spring - a rite of passage on her childhood path. Of which I am sure we will have many, many more.Her sweetness that reminds me to slow down - to look a bit closer and to savor each moment a bit more. And, strangely, how some days, the little things she does, her actions and her mannerisms, is like watching my sister all over again.
The pleasure she gets from such simple things - To see the sweetness, the innocence and the joy of the unexpected - all mirrored in bubbles that come and go in the blink of an eye.
And, that brief moment, when she finally climbs into my lap and sits still. I think to myself, she is all mine. Mine, mine, mine!
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