This girl.
She’s a firecracker. She’s a siren. She’s a bright vision. She’s a shooting star.
She’s the wisps of imagination. She’s the spiral of a storm. She’s the words of an ancient muse.
She’s sunlight. She’s chiming bells. She’s tender fingertips. She’s whispers of grace.
She heals me.
This girl.
She’s been breathing on this earth for four years now. This week we celebrated each of those breaths. With my heart in her hand. With her joy in my tears. And the burning of love in our souls.
