
five is going to be a wild ride. so bring it on. i'm ready - let the wild rumpus begin!







i'm continuing to add to the post below from spring...images of this fleeting time....the year that lucy is four. i want to remember the pruned pool fingers, the marathon baths, the craft paint that covers my kitchen table (and floor), the cookie crumbs in the porch swing, the unabashed dancing in dress-up clothes when she thinks no one is watching, the bare feet prancing across the hot july pavement on starboard circle. if only time could stand still, if even for a moment...




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"There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million".
-Walt Streightiff
i will continue to add day-in-the-life images to this post for many months, while lucy is still at this delicious (albeit often devilish) age of four. at the end of this post i've quoted from "To a Child" by Christopher Morley. i've always loved this particular poem, but these days the words are oh so much more meaningful. how quickly time flies! i blinked a couple of times and my lucy grew out of her leg ringlets (no offence, lucy - they were irresistibly adorable. feel free to peruse lucy's babybook for proof if you are up to the task. it weighs a little more than lucy did when she was born - just a little fair warning). four is a truly magical age. in the eyes of a four year old, every-day things suddenly become extraordinary: a periwinkle weed growing through the crack in the front walk, a ladybug scurrying in the window sill, two new teeth peeking out of baby sister's mouth, a pool of rainwater in the sandbox, the first blinking firefly of the evening or a postcard from gammy in the mailbox. each new day brings some delightful mystery only a four year old can appreciate, and i must remind myself to slow down and pay attention. i thank God each day for the priceless gift of lucy, and for the opportunity to see His world through the eyes of a four year old once again.
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"There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million".
-Walt Streightiff
i will continue to add day-in-the-life images to this post for many months, while lucy is still at this delicious (albeit often devilish) age of four. at the end of this post i've quoted from "To a Child" by Christopher Morley. i've always loved this particular poem, but these days the words are oh so much more meaningful. how quickly time flies! i blinked a couple of times and my lucy grew out of her leg ringlets (no offence, lucy - they were irresistibly adorable. feel free to peruse lucy's babybook for proof if you are up to the task. it weighs a little more than lucy did when she was born - just a little fair warning). four is a truly magical age. in the eyes of a four year old, every-day things suddenly become extraordinary: a periwinkle weed growing through the crack in the front walk, a ladybug scurrying in the window sill, two new teeth peeking out of baby sister's mouth, a pool of rainwater in the sandbox, the first blinking firefly of the evening or a postcard from gammy in the mailbox. each new day brings some delightful mystery only a four year old can appreciate, and i must remind myself to slow down and pay attention. i thank God each day for the priceless gift of lucy, and for the opportunity to see His world through the eyes of a four year old once again.
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An excerpt from Christopher Morley's
"To a Child"
The greatest poem ever known
Is one all poets have outgrown:
The poetry, innate, untold
The greatest poem ever known
Is one all poets have outgrown:
The poetry, innate, untold
Of being only four years old.
Still young enough to be a part
Of Nature's great impulsive heart,
Born comrade of bird, beast, and tree
And unselfconscious as the bee --
And yet with lovely reason skilled
Each day new paradise to build;
Elate explorer of each sense --
Without dismay, without pretense! .....
Without dismay, without pretense! .....
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