She has the most beautiful blue jean eyes
like her dads.
I could stare at them forever.
She loves Jesus, her family, magic tricks, all animals, the Latin Mass, and will read anything she can get her hands on. She trust everything her big sister does and says and simply adores those big brothers and their girls.
She loves “almost” everyone. She loves hard.
Her love for me is unmatchable. and I hope I will never disappoint.
She will tap out dance after dance through grocery shopping because where there is music her “feet will not stand still”.
Her favorite shows are the Rifle Man and Bonanza and imagines days of how the West was won. In her version girls wore pants, carried pink guns and rode horses wild. She saves each day and fights for all things good and holy along with Lucas, Little Joe, Pa and all the gang.
I hold all these things about her here. . . to remember always.
studio light streaming in
wind blowing curtains softly
days spent with best nana outside
talks in her room
lunch in the big city with half of my favorites
sound of hard rain
clean beds outside
tight morning hugs from her
messages of excitement from our brown eyed one