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