To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Friday, March 30, 2012

Well It's Official

The loose tooth has given way to the first lost tooth and we no longer have a baby in the house.

I don't know if it is her little gap toothed grin and overall adorableness that is squeezing my heart or the fact that she is growing up? Either way it is a bittersweet moment.


BeckyJ said...

Gosh she's pretty! I've always loved her unruly curls. Made me think of that poem,

There once was a girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good
She was very, very good
And when she was bad she was horrid.