The Flower Fairy

In the depths of winter, I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer.” ~Albert Camus

This fairy bloomed on a cold winter day, reminding me of all that is warm and bright.  She wanted another mama constructed crown and I thought a proper wand for fairy magic spreading was needed.  She helped by picking petals off stems and then fluttered off engrossed with her new flower powers.  I’m so glad she let me capture this moment on film.  And am so glad for all the dimensions of her you can’t see on this blogThe elaborate stories, the freedom of movement in her dances, the singing, and wand-waving while looking in the mirror, the love in her eyes, the pure creativeness wrapped up in this incredibly joyful tiny four-year-old.

True fairy magic indeed.

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Four

She wholeheartedly believes in a world of endless possibilities.
She brings the element of fantasy to our everyday lives.

Today she turned four.  Four magnificent years. 1460 blessed days.  She made me a mama for the first time. She truly taught me about family and made my heart nearly explode with new-found unfathomable love. She constantly makes me want to be the best that I can be.  She gives me the gift of awesome improvisational dance performances and tells me grand tales of magic, mermaids, and fairies. She pours her heart and soul into her colorful songs. She lives in a whimsical world full of rainbows and unicorns – the sort of stuff that dreams are truly made of. Sometimes when she is sleeping I can still see the baby in her – still peeking in on her, watching her breathe – amazed at this gift of life.  I think that her spontaneous “I love you mommy’s”, kisses and snuggles leave permanent imprints on my soul. She fills me up with brilliant hope.

I wrote her a birthday letter.  It is special.  So special that I am going to keep it private and save it just for her.

Happy Happy Birthday to my darling daughter, my big dreamer, my beautiful soul.  May you always be able to find your magical world of make-believe when you need to.

All the love in the entire planet,
Mama
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Queen of the leaves

Little ones have been spending a lot of time gathering leaves, throwing them in the stroller, stuffing them in my pockets.  Asking me to hold onto that perfect leaf and days later requesting “the beautiful yellow one with the squiggly lines”.   We’ve been raking, painting leaves with watercolors, and giving toys leaf baths.  I’ve been picking them out of tangled hair, and continue to find them in corners of my home.  I’ve also been inspired by little ones to make some “leaf crafts” of my own.   A glue gun, fake leaves and glitter provided hours and hours of fun these past few week.

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Sometimes You Just Need To Go To The Playground In a Tutu Because Mama Forgot That Ballet Class Was Cancelled

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Three Years Young

Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye; In every gesture dignity and love“- John Milton

Happy Third Birthday to our little dove. We love you to the moon and back.












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