Eleven
Even though it baffles me, my mind knows how it happened. The sun fell; the moon rose. The moon fell; the sun rose. Day after day after day this continued until one morning, I awoke, and Baby Bumpkin was eleven years old.
We love you, Mildred Elise.
God keep you close through all the suns and moons yet to come and all the spaces in between.
1 comment :
wow, she is looking almost teenish..I'm sure you don't enjoy hearing that, but it's true!!
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