She was perfect
Her hair was a soft spun, curly cream soda blonde; it was about a yard long
She moved her strong and flexible little Peter Pan body with ease the way a flash flood moves quickly over and around the corners of a crosswalk on a city street
She braided the front with a cornrow and a chia bead
She had huge Larimer liquid eyes that gave all the evidence we need
Angels exist on earth
She loved to sing, and her voice echoed the song of a much older soul
She was new
She was sweet
She was goodness made real
Thank you little one for taking a chance on us
Thank you for choosing this time, this place
The world sees you as a child and I see you as a lesson
What will you teach me about myself?