Monday, September 21, 2015


I love her laugh
when she thinks her brother is hilarious
I love her hands
patting my back as she hugs me
I love her imagination
as she creates entire worlds on a rainy afternoon
I love her breathing
when she's dreaming
I love her mercy
because she is quick to forgive
I love her style
when she wears a cape and witch hat to the market
I love her empathy
because she has a heart for the underdog
I love her
more than words can say

9 comments:

Z said...

and I'll bet she loves you back JUST that much! Lucky daughter!

Jen Brimmage said...

She's a sweet girl, Z. Still thinks her mom knows everything. :-)

Thersites said...

The love shines through! Great post!

Z said...

I have it on strictest confidence that her mother knows much more than she thinks she does :)

Jen Brimmage said...

Thanks FJ. :-)


Z, most days I honestly think she knows far more than I do. I really do think that as we grow up, we forget a LOT of wisdom...then we get to re-learn it much later.

nicrap said...

"His wits outstripped his wisdom" ~ writes Chekhov of his character in "In the Coachhouse" who has only recently committed suicide.

Z said...

"I really do think that as we grow up, we forget a LOT of wisdom...then we get to re-learn it much later."

Amazing comment because I have always felt that we're born knowing everything......isn't that weird. Then we let life ensue and parental input and learning how to walk and talk and all that...
Not sure most of us re-learn at all :-)

Jen Brimmage said...

Not weird at all, Z. When the ego takes over, the spirit fades. I suppose it happens at some point in adolescence.

nicrap said...

When the ego takes over...

Spoken like a true psychologist. :p Btw, do you know the word is early Nineteenth century?