That full-blown joy in waking up to a new day stays with Snowdrop and it rubs off on anyone whose path she crosses.
In the morning, it is my path.
From wake up (remember? ...she overnighted at the farmhouse) we go straight to breakfast. She shows off how she can feed herself now. Pumpkin and bananas and a cup of yogurt are her standards.
A bath (which takes forever because she loves it so) and then we are ready for breakfast number two. With Ed.
Ahah! Come down ahah!
Oh, she's into breakfast part two. But she is also into arranging the various birds and chicks that I have collected over the years.
Afterwards, Ed retreats to the sheep shed to do some work. I am to take Snowdrop back to her home, but I linger. She is in such a good mood and I want to hang on to her spirit just a little bit longer. (I should note that being happy is her default state of mind, disrupted only when she is not well or when she is overcoming some developmental hurdle.)
What are you doing, Snowdrop?
Taking my dog for a walk.
(Ah. You don't have a dog. But hey, let not the small details of life hold you back.)
She wants to sing. She wants to dance. She is all music and smiles.
But it is time to go home. (Don't ask about the odd dress situation. It's not that cold and I run out of spare tights.)
In the afternoon I finally get Ed to agree to a short hike. He picks a nearby segment of the Ice Age Trail. We do not expect a pretty walk, but we are surprised: not by the landscape so much but by the beautiful sky which seems determined to create pockets of blue just for our walk.
(Through the forest)
(Across the prairie...)
(And again, the sky...)
Evening. The young family is here for dinner.
Hi Snowdrop!
And again there is music, there is dancing and there are the quiet moments. Here's the little one probably destroying some design of Ed's on his computer. He would never complain.
You cannot see much in the sky tonight. No matter. We need't see a beautiful galaxy to know that it is there. And yes, there is a moon hidden behind the puffy clouds and, too, all those specs of light that shine brightly on all our lives.
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