she still speaks to the little girl
who wanted to be an artist, a doctor,
a poet, a wing-walker. she listens
when that little girl talks, when she
paints pictures of the clouds, when
she draws something huge in sidewalk
chalk. she makes her every day a place
for old dreams and new dreams, dreams
that tower and dreams that whisper.
my 37th year is off to a great start. lots of kind words and sentiments from friends and family. lots of cake. laughter. reisling. surprises. perfect gifts. lots of love.
it has been a great start to this next year of life. whatever it may bring.
my dermatologist appointment is in the morning. i am carrying a lot of good energy from this week with me so i am ready.
i hope that you all have a great weekend. xo.