eight years old.
second grade.
the time marches forward, and ramona grows with grace.
ramona is such a marvelous person, and eight suits her so well. she's funny, but pretty serious too. she's getting tall, her hair is getting long, and those big teeth keep coming. she's quiet, self assured sometimes, nervous some other times, but brave as hell more often than anyone i know. she's so rational and logical, well beyond her years, and doesn't like to imagine outside the constraints of known reality. she claims that james is her best friend.
she wanted to shop at a mall for her birthday. she wanted a playdate instead of a party. she wants alone time with her brother and parents, and she wants to either be at home or downhill skiing at all times.
she's an individual, and she's whip smart. she is a miracle of love. happy birthday, big girl.
a candle, a wish,
and a first trip to a shopping mall.
a ride on a unicycle,
a walk to school with her best friend.
1 comment:
I would love to take her to the Mall. What fun you must have had.
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