Today my youngest one is (as this posts) undergoing tests that will determine further treatment. In honor of that and the indomitable  spirit I know she has, I’m re-posting this post from a couple of years ago.
[flickr id=”5883282550″ thumbnail=”small” overlay=”true” size=”small” group=”” align=”left”] Neither love nor fire can subsist without perpetual motion; both cease to live so soon as they cease to hope, or to fear. ~François de la Rochefoucauld

She is never still.

My Angel.

Always in motion, even at rest.

Curious about everything.

Has to touch it, feel it, question it, learn it.

The world is but a canvas to our imaginations. ~Henry David Thoreau

She sees the world with bright eyes.

Hears music no one else hears.

Sings songs of her own workings.

Finds fun and life in nothing more than a rock.

A tomboy, and a princess, all wrapped into one.

Child of the pure, unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet and I and thou Are half a life asunder, Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale. ~Lewis Carroll

She loves with all her heart.

And can melt yours with a smile.

Or one look of her big brown eyes.

A Daddy’s Girl.

My precious Angel.

A sample of the purest love. Unconditional love.

Our Angel.