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she moves me in unspeakable ways and it always, always makes me catch my breath. she is a garden fairy princess warrior girl baby love sweet mango syrup child of my heart and soul and skin and blood. there are moments, these quiet moments when her concentration is elsewhere and i stare drunk on her innocence and guile and candy and rainbows and i stand still, i stand so still and sear her preciousness into my soul but no matter how hot the flame i can't find the wound, her shapeshifting metamorphosis dances away leaving flowers and glitter and paperdolls in her wake.
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She's beautiful...what a sweet ode to your little girl. May she always make you catch your breath with wonder.
Your words are beautiful.
So is your daughter.
You've now made me want to go buy paperdolls, today. I loved playing with them when I was younger and am not sure why we don't have any!
"her shapeshifting metamorphosis dances away leaving flowers and glitter and paperdolls in her wake"
So beautiful it made me feel as light as a paperdoll flying on the current of your love.
Gorgeous, the both of you.
someday i hope she reads that, and knows what magic she was for you, how full she made you, how much love has always surrounded her.
So poetic. Love you.
Oh she's adorable!
And your writing has a breathless wonder about it, the words tumbling out, stream of consciousness, it's lovely and true.
And PS - will you, please, will you please add me to your blogroll?
Lovely. So sweet.
(P.S-I'd comment more often, but yours is one of the sites with blogher ads that totally maims my computers. :( )
gorgeous words. gorgeous girl. grateful and gorgeous mama. this made me smile big.
Yes, put this in a card for her to be opened on her 25th birthday. She will like that.
She is lovely! I often feel the same about PunditGirl -- in those moments when she is distractedand not trying to make my life hell! ;)
She is beautiful, just like her mama!
I was six posts behind on your blog in my Reader. All six have left me speechless. Every single one, starting with the cops who jumped to conclusions.
My God, woman.
This is one helluva blog.
Sniff.
Beautiful words, for a beautiful girl.
This is like poetry, Jen. Gorgeous. The words and your daughter.
You are the poet, she the poetry.
She's as lovely as your words about her, and then some.
she is just like her mother.
My goodness this is lovely Jen. Your babe, and your words. Magical.
beautiful
She is so beautiful. So are your words.
Unprepared for the cuteness level ~ must get more coffee ~ she is an angel, and not even in disguise.
lovely words for a lovely child
She just radiates light.
That picture moved me so much I could just cry. I should email you a picture of one of my brood so you can see why...
lucky, lucky girl. the both of you.
I made my husband come into the office and sit down and read this, and it made him weep.
Oh. oh.
Staring drunk is exactly the way it is. There's a girl in Jolie's class that reminds me of M. The curls, the eyes. I always, think of her and the light in your eyes.
I know.
It's fucking mindblowing isn't it?
There are times when I wish I could find the words to describe how my baby girl makes me feel. I lack the ability to express my thoughts properly. Your words here do it for me. Thank you.
Child smiles. I love them. They are the most beautiful things on the planet. And, yours is so precious, Jen.
I've missed you and KC, so much.
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