The Gift Giver A Sweet Friend

There is this friend I have. She's little and sweet. She can't help but to give, give and give some more.

She gives her ears to you as you pour out words to her; she listens. As you spill your guts not meaning to, you know her heart is all yours. And she will give it to you. For she listens to you, all while you need her to. She pours out her love for you by showing that she cares, that she's there.

She shows up at your doorstep and in her arms is a gift: A present for you. You aren't suppose to ask why, for you both now the answer: Just because I love you.

Ready and eager are her arms to share a hug. It doesn't matter if you need it or don't or "just because..." They are there just the same.

Understanding and compassionate is this friend of mine. She's there when you need her. She'll be sure to dedicate some of her time You watch her gentle, caring hands as they caress her sweet kids. You see in her eyes how proud she is of her husband. And you know that she gives herself willingly and lovingly to her family for she is the gift giver, a sweet friend.

The Tiny Quiet One

For Jessi Bear


Today I'm a baby. Tomorrow I will still be a baby. They try to tell me I'm a big girl, but they won't make one of me! They say I'm a tiny quiet odd one. I just chuckle quietly to myself. They may be right about me being tiny, but I can run just as fast as the others! I may be small, but I'm really smart and eager to learn! I may be tiny, but I talk a lot for someone my size!

As for quiet, well who says I am!? I can be really loud and wild when I want too! I never suppress a giggle. I giggle a lot; sometimes rather to loudly. There's so much to see and hear. Sometimes I just have to be quiet, for I find people very interesting. Granted, there are times where I'm being quiet and I'm not watching people. In fact, I'm avoiding them. That's because I'm rather shy..

When I'm tiered I love to sit and snuggle up with a blanket, my buddy, and passifyer while watching a movie. Everyone loves a good movie though. I especially love to be quiet with someone as we snuggle each other. Particularly my parents or older siblings.

After reading all that would you still call me odd? I can't help it if I want to continue being a baby. Besides if I was a big girl I wouldn't be the tiny quiet odd one, now would I?

Merrily With A Skip

I love how kids carry themselves. They walk confidently, knowing they run the show". I love how kids smile: They know just when you need one to brighten your day. Smiles from them are like vitamin D only in this case for the soul instead of the body.
I love how kids mispronounce words and when you try to correct them they assure you 100$ that, "Yes, is!" Yet when they grow out of those mispronunciations you feel sad. I love how kids walk, merrily with a skip, totally carefree in the world. They're so wholly and completely dependent upon you. They do not know what lies ahead in this fallen world. And so for now they walk merrily with a skip, as they look back at you with their ever trusting eyes. Yes, merrily with a skip my dear!

~Lissie Darcy