Tuesday, November 23, 2010
My sister recently posted these of us. Oh, little babies. I didn't realize how much of the same girl I am. I miss the south, and I miss the simplicity of quietness and observing the world move. I wish I was still three years old, and could get away with speaking barely at all and listening to everything. I have little to say, and I feel consistently forced to say more than what I have in my mind and my mouth.
Love simply, speak softly, believe passionately, give sacrificially, move slowly, watch constantly.
Childhood, you were an invaluable gift to me.