In eleven short weeks, I sense subtle ways in which May resembles her parents. Like Dad, she is tall and strong, a champion sleeper, and she loves watching movies. May recently powered through most of Kenneth Branagh's four-hour epic version of Hamlet and this ridiculous music video leaves her mesmerized. Like Mom, she has big eyes, an expressive face, and a potential tendency toward contemplation.
But more than anything, May is her own sentient being. In her eyes, I see a willful and independent spirit. When she sleeps, I sometimes gaze at her and think of Kahlil Gibran's poem, On Children. I know this poem more as a song, sung by Sweet Honey in the Rock and recommend taking a listen. My favorite line is... let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness. :)
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| May at Wingaersheek Beach. Something so essential about her in this particular moment. |
Oh May! You are such a wise one. Radiating so much peace in that photo.
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