Tonight while tucking Songbird into bed, she said she wished she had bright red hair - fiery red! I asked why, and she said because it would be so beautiful. Then I stroked her face and her hair and said how beautiful I thought she was. I told her that God made her hair flaxen and eyes brown, and that they were so beautiful that way. She then asked, "But how do you know I'm beautiful?" I said, "Well, I look at you every day." Then she said, "But you don't look at me all the time." I told her that I didn't have to look at her all the time, that I knew her already, and that she was beautiful. At this she smiled and was satisfied, and I marveled at her innocence.
She is so lovely to me. My precious, forgetful, distractible, strong, beautiful animal-loving girl.
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