The imagination of a child seems to swell at Christmas time.  As if their sugar cookie's sprinkles are each a fleeting idea of laughter and love.  Like snow flakes, each one different from the next.  I could sit and play for hours telling Christmas stories of fairies and elves just watching their eyes twinkle.  

With secrets in their eyes, the blue winged 

hours 

rustle through the meadow 

dropping shadow  

Yawning among red flowers 

the moon child with her golden hoop 

and a pink star drifting after, 

leans to me where i droop 

I hear her delicate soft laughter

-Winifred Welles

Eylie and I met at Ballet class.  Her smile lit up the room even then.  Her imagination and joy of life is beautiful, a true artist in the making.  She loves nature and learning and her Mommy and Papa.
Here are some pictures of her and her lovely family, dear friends of mine.

6 going on 16.

Alluring

Delightful.

Silly

Heather made this quilt herself, it is timeless, unique, and exquisite just like their relationships.

I love the body language here.  Beautiful.  Just Divine.

May we be ever grateful for each child's bold individuality and free spirit.  Enjoy the eye candy.