High On Life

This is my daughter. She is seven. She has one lost tooth and has one more  loose. Her legs are longer than ever. She giggles almost constantly. She loves Star Trek. She is a great, though fussy, big sister.
She doesn't need a reason to smile- she just smiles, all of the time.
She doesn't need a reason to laugh and giggle- she just does.
She dances and twirls about. It's not unusual for her to break into a series of cartwheels just for the pure joy of it.

She says, " i'm just kiddin' " about a hundred times a day- because she is always kidding and looking for a way to make those around her smile.

She will wrap up perfectly round, white stones from the ocean two weeks before your birthday and keep them hidden because she has noticed that those are the kind you always pick up while walking along the beach. 

She runs on very little sleep. She eats like a bird. Her hair smells like hot coals from the fire. She has lovely little hands with chipped polish. She has these amazingly tiny feet that carry her everywhere at light speed.

This is Evelyn and she is high on life.

I hope that she never comes down.