First, because the blogger, a delightful graphic artist, has several new images up on her site which you can acquire from her online shop here. Her work is just the right side of whimsical; crisp, vibrant, it is "charming" in the very best meaning of the word. That in itself is a good reason to visit.
But the other is her beautiful little girl. Here she is, in just one of the many moods you will find her at her mother's blog.
I want you to remember this: little Q is three years old. Three. Not four, not five. Only thirty-six months from the day of her birth, from the orphanage and the cleft repair and the new family who is laving her with love and wisdom in her new home.
But...three!
For reference, here is FOUR, begging for Halloween candy.
See the difference.Every so often I can see the big girl in Missy. Sometimes I can even glimpse the smallest hint of what she might be like, might look like, as an older girl.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
But look at this little girl; the lovely young woman she will be shines out of her like a candle in a night window, illuminating everything around her. I fear she will grow into that haunting beauty, and many a high school youth will long for her, and despair.
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.
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