i love her.
Sula, I adore you. Some children come in the form of great challanges, like a desert thunderstorm they take over your life without a bit of warning and pound through you until you might feel like you’ll collapse. And those children open the heart and the soul in divine ways, they are a mirror to look in and love unconditionally. And some children are just easy breezes, mellow and grounded, and they come to help us acheive that sort of surrender and peace. You, my dear, are that gift; easy. An easy breeze, not unlike the kind at dusk on the top of a rolling hill surrounded by purple and yellow flowers. That’s the kind of a kid you are. I can learn so much from you.
And I love you so much.
Even though today you called me A Dumb Shut-Up.
sigh.
Wow, does she look all grown up. Don’t you sometimes wish they still couldn’t talk, though?
“Some children come in the form of great challanges, like a desert thunderstorm they take over your life without a bit of warning and pound through you until you might feel like you’ll collapse.”
It’s as if you’ve met my child …
Comment by gearhead mama — September 17, 2007 @ 11:46 pm
Oh goodness, from near-tears to spittle of milk on that one. Yep, um, that’s a good one. Comparable to some of the crappola I hear around here. Man, I had a rough day today. ROUGH. Due to some potty-mouth toddler language that has finally put me over the edge. (And I so did not slip and teach him any of that - can we say, ‘peers?’) sigh They are creatures, the little loves. She is darling, MB!
Comment by Joanna — September 18, 2007 @ 2:47 am