Dear Annabel,
I hope you never give up childish things. I hope you will lift your own granddaughter up onto my bed one day and we will dance. The colors will be more vibrant than anyone ever imagined, and the steps will be graceful in their own wild abandon. There will be no wrong moves.
I hope you don't let wrinkles in sheets, or footprints on floors disuade you from disturbing the peace and quiet of your life. Missteps have much to teach us. There is no greater order than disorder.
Love,
Mommy.
1 comment:
Hi. I found you on flickr and decided to check out your blog. This is a great entry, and I linked it on my blog. I hope you don't mind.
http://www.bertiful.com/blogger/2006/03/vibrant-colors.html
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