She takes my breath away. There’s no other way to describe it. I don’t render myself speechless often, but when it comes to her, she takes me to that place where words leave and the soul slows down.
Blonde whispy hair around her face.
Small dimples in the crease of her smile.
I think she goes there too. I will catch a glimpse of her in the rearview mirror, gazing into nowhere while the wind blows through her hair. She makes eye contact and gives me a sideways grin. She knows that I am all too familiar with that place.
We hear too often how she’s my “mini-me”. I’m sure in my younger day, it could be true. While, I appreciate the compliment, I have to say, she’s so much more than I could have ever dreamed.
Her life lullaby, Daydream Believer, almost appears intentional, like a slow molding of her soul. If only. If only it were that easy.
“Cheer up, Lily Bean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.”
She came in to this world on her own terms, early and with little preparation. She simply wasn’t going to wait around until everyone arrived, including the doctor. Once she made her grand entrance, she barely let out a whimper and immediately found her self-soothers, her two middle fingers.
Our Lily girl, is a spirit all her own. She is bold when she needs to be, and then in one swift move, she nestles into her calm place, like a comfortable blanket.
Tomorrow she celebrates her 9th birthday, the last in single digits. I know the next several years have the potential for an extreme amount of turmoil. My prayers are simple.
May she know she is loved.
May her life shine bright.
May she never stop daydreaming.
Happy 9th Birthday Bean!
~ao, aka Mama