03.16.14 - Sunday

You remind me of your Auntie Joy, my baby sister. When she was your age, she, too, would tell me long and involved stories, dragging into them any element she could possibly think of, pulling from every story she had ever heard. This is not a bad thing at all, and I love to hear your stories (admittedly, I do have to ask you to stop talking for a few minutes sometimes just because I can't concentrate fully with your gentle voice never stopping....). Keep imagining, my Blueberry love, such a gift can take you to the edge of the world and back again.