when i get bigga,
i can touch the staaars.
i can gwrab dem all.
she said. nodding her head in unwavering assuredness.
i’ve been looking, i’ve been wandering. i’ve been intertwining my life with as many similar soul searchers as fate allows.
she’s two and a half and she has all the answers.
the innocence. the possibility. an uninhibited, simple fire for and uninhibited, simple life. for joy. for amplifying happiness with books and songs, balloons, music and dancing. with stories from memories, from her imagination. feeding goldfish, blowing bubbles. singing and laughing and loving.
she’s a good kid. the best kid i know.
she will touch the stars, big or small, they twinkle and shine for her.