On our way to Trunk or Treat tonight at a friend's church, Baby Miss grabbed her cape and said, "I dhny, momma. Dhny."
"You wanna fly, baby?"
And in her funny language that only we understand, she said yes.
What a joy to be nearly two. Unaware of pain. Fearless. Trusting. Willing. Taking the world in one raindrop and blade of grass at a time.
To bear an imagination the size of the ocean and a heart the width of the shore it meets.
What would my life look like if I was brave enough to believe I could fly?
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