I hope that you remember what it feels like to fly through the air on a swing set. And I hope you remember what it feels like to fall asleep nestled in my arms. I hope that you remember what it feels like to be so excited to see/learn/feel/do something new.

I am thinking about how quickly you’re growing and how quickly we adults cease to see the fairies and hear the music and dance naked like no one can see us.

Today I peeked in on the two of you and you were hiding from a monster in a fort in your room, Big One, and you were both so totally engrossed in what you were doing that you didn’t see me watching you. I hope that your imaginations continue to guide you in what you do– we can’t help grow up but we can still look for the magic… thanks for reminding me to do so.

xo