There is nothing hard about this child (and my heart skips a beat when I use the word child, because I know that I won't be saying it for much longer), approaching 16, she's just as she looks......sweet and ethereal.
And extremely capable. I would trust this little one with my heart in her hands - her very caring, loving, small but strong little hands.
Oh she can be determined and unmovable. When she thinks she's right, she's not easily swayed. A stubborn little mule, who can hold a grudge like nobody else I know - so very loyal to all she loves. I'd certainly rather have her in my corner, where she'd fight until she couldn't breath anymore. I've just realised, she's more like her Mama then she knows...:)
But, oh please let there be so many more golden warm happy days like these, where the weather makes me feel I am capable of anything and everything. Where beauty and nature surrounds me. Where I can see that the brightest lights in the garden, are the ones standing right in front of me.
To a Young Lady
Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay busy throng:
With gentle yet prevailing force,
Intent upon her destined course;
Graceful and useful all she does,
Blessing and blest where'er she goes;
Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass,
And Heaven reflected in her face.