Her eyes are as blue as the sky on this spring day.
There is a light and a hope found in her smile.
For she sees the world open before her, waiting for her to awaken each day and run wild in it.
She knows little of skies not blue, little of the greyness of life.
She lives free, free as the birds she loves to laugh at and sing to.
She is much like a bird, flitting and dancing from place to place, always with her own song in her heart and pouring from her mouth.
She was in her element today, hiking through the woods with me. Her joy evident at the early spring wildflowers, the first butterflies, her dancing around the field with her sandwich and singing her songs. Later she flew into the sky on her swing, then on her hammock. I think she even flew in her mind with the kite she held for the first time as it danced across the blue sky.
She chased chickens, climbed hills so tall to her little self, gathered eggs with me, chased her brothers and simply exulted in the perfect day it was. Now the blue of the sky is darkening as the day melts into night. She's in bed now and I wonder what she'll remember of this day and what she'll dream of as she drifts off on the cloud of her pillow.
I'll remember the joy of holding her hand as we hiked, of carrying her across the creek, of finding the perfect pine cone together, of her sweet kisses and that little dimple on her cheek and all the love that fills our hearts, and how her hair glinted gold against the blue sky.
Joining in the April Prompts at ALM Writes.
sounds like a lovely day!
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