The dark and early, silent trimming of a room...
With handwritten notes and offerings, carefully arranged...
For discovery by a little sister, for whom these gestures are deeply felt.
A lunchtime treat to share with friends,
The happy revelation of still mismatched socks,
And the singular gift of an afternoon spent with cousins visiting from far away.
All for the pleasure of one little girl who burst onto the scene eleven Thanksgivings ago. She is sweetness beyond definition, kind and thoughtful, troubled by the sorrows of this world, so very fond of her dear Captain Haddock and the curious behaviors of Charles Portis, with a love for the faraway land of books, miniature worlds, and all things French, a passion for her cello, and a ferocious instinct to lay waste upon the battlefields of volleyball.
She is my little shadow, her dad's loyal companion, deeply connected to her grandparents, and a constant, adoring observer of her two big sisters.
This world is filled with wonderful people who lift your heart, fill you with love, and bring you closer to home. Knowing Caroline is a daily experience of this goodness, a blessing at this time of year and every moment spent in her company for which I marvel and give thanks.