She's now been out as long as she was in; which is mind blowing-astonishing.
Sometimes I want to tell her to slow down. Stay in that lovely sweet existence of slumber, milk, and stars.
The "real" world is a bit broken, and she's absolutely racing as fast as she can to stand/walk/jump around in it.
Oh Eloise-- a tiny tumble of optimism and energy. You stand and fall a trillion times a day. Most people would give up, but there you are chortling along, even in the darkest moments of the night.
This dismal world must need you, and you must know it to be true because you wave and smile at every person we pass on the street.
I love you, sunshine.
