To Maggie

This one. This is the one.  Of all of the photographs, those taken and those only stored away in memory, this is the one that is unraveling all of my heart strings this month.  They are girl toes, curled around in such a solid and purposeful way, dirty from the days adventures, long colt-like legs attached.  They are not baby toes.  Gone are the rolls on your thighs and the chub on the top of your little feet.  And in their place, these new longer, lither, more confident limbs have extended with new purpose and balance and grace.  What is not gone is your defiant little smile, the fire in your spirit, and the wild, wild imagination you unleash upon the world.  You are a warrior princess my love.  A warrior princess.