My Bean. She is, in general, the quietest of my children and happiest to occupy herself with her imagination.
She could easily be the silliest and loves to make faces and think of ridiculous “what if” scenarios.
I have always had trouble saying no to those big brown eyes. Luckily she doesn’t ask for much.
She’s never happier than gathering acorns, sticks, berries, or leaves.
She’s a sensitive soul, too, and feels things sharply.
This is how I picture her. So open to life and imagination. So sweet and innocent and lovely.
Happy birthday, my beautiful Bean. May you always keep your innocence and love for life. It helps us all to be better people.
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