Soft, warm hands, delicate. Tiny fingers resting gently, perfectly, in my palm. That old, tired cliche so true.... How fast time flies, how quickly you grow. Three. Are you sure?
You're sure. "I can do it!" is your M.O. You're learning you don't always have to follow your sister and her designs, you too can wield some power. Testing the waters, trying new tricks, pedaling away...coming back for a red popsicle. Fierce and stubborn, gentle and tender. Already embedded in a strong, beautiful sisterly truce.
I want to scream, "Slow down! Don't grow!" But I can't. I am too excited to watch you unfold.
As you whisper, "I love you Mommy" in the dark, I am amazed at how small and big you are.
I love you too, Mairi, I love you too.
Linden Tree
Linden tree
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