Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Little bitta

Butterfly is so amazing. I don't know that I can fully explain why. I watch her silliness, her comical side, and I love her all the more.

Elephant ... Well, he has his Butterfly who has worshipped him from Day 1, and he also has another sister. A sister who now can crawl after him down hallways.

Or so he tells me. I am only responsible for the one sister in his life, after all, the sister who came first on fragile, freshly sprung butterfly wings.

So I try to tell my tall, handsome Elephant, who I love absolutely utterly, that he is lucky to have two little girls who love him adoringly.

But, um ... Yeah.


He is a 9-year-old boy. A boy who yearns to break free of adoration, just for a moment. To escape into his room, his too-crowded-with-toys-and-junk room. To close the door away from his Butterfly.

His little Butterfly, whose adoration causes her to pad quickly after him ... and then pound, furiously, on the closed door before her.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, yes. How I recognize this with my 7-year-old butterfly and 2-year-old elephant (in all his sweet, fierce tyrannical adoration!)