Watching Maeve play outside is like medicine for the soul. She makes little informative statements about nature, (ladybugs have skin! If I plant this stick and give it plenty of water and sunlight, a plant will grow out the top!), jumps around from one activity to the next, curls up in the shady grass, then focuses all her energy on digging up hard-packed Colorado clay.
Sunlight bouncing off her hair looks like it originated there, in her sunny, crazy curls and tangles.
And she informs me of all the important thoughts running through her head.
"Momma? I wanna be a grownup real quick."
"Why?"
"So I can sing Skipalula ding whacka bing bong"
Of course.
A few fleeting moments in the sun, before winter blows into town and takes these long, sunny afternoons away from us.
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