The moon loves her
For she is smooth and round and wise and the moon loves itself in her.
The stars love her
For she lights up dark places and she is most awake at nighttime and the stars love themselves in her.
The sun loves her
For she is alight like the sun and warm and the sun loves itself in her.
The grass loves her
For she whispers pleasantly in the ear and she runs with the wind and the grass loves itself in her.
The water loves her
For she chuckles as she goes and she invigorates the world and the water loves itself in her.
Love loves her
For she is made of adoration and trills and rushes of giddy delighted feeling flow where she appears and Love loves itself in her.
We love her
For she is fierce and bold and always brimming with unexpected joy and we love us more with her here to share us.
Two years ago today, we met a little lady who would go on to quickly, instantly, utterly captivate our hearts. As we celebrate our Maggie today (and every day), I am torn between inconsolable sorrow that her baby self is gone, incomparable joy that her toddler self is so happy and fearless and unique, and indescribable excitement to meet the self that comes next. Happy Birthday, my bold little amazon. We love you so very much.