Since her birth, every day has been full of them. She is the "happily ever after" at the end of every day, of every moment, no matter how trying. She is what pushes me to be a better woman. To own my instincts and love myself. To rebel and acquiesce, fight and forgive, to be strong and soft, to accept love with gratitude and pass it on. To make new friends.
wears tutus on the tire swing and pink hair to school when she feels like it.
"I have a feeling she's going to want us to pick her up," I said.
Hal had the same feeling.
But she didn't. She was fine. Fable was fine and we were not. (We should have known.)
"I can't live without her," Archer said, in tears. He slept with us that night. And when she came back, the life literally returned to his face, a reminder of how Archer hardly spoke until Fable was born and then POW BOOM BANG, sentences. Like something inside of him had suddenly arrived.
...And in her wake, a trail of make believe. Wonderful, challenging, brimming with life, love and sisterhood.
"Here, Rainbowflower, put this in your pocket, okay?"
It was the most quintessentially Fable thing to say.
You're my rainbow flower, I told her.
No, I'm not, Momma. I'm your Fable.
And with a high five (and a twenty minute cuddle/back scratch/arm scratch/another back scratch) she was asleep.
|with the doll she named "Rainbowflower" on their way to school yesterday.|
Happy Birthday, love. Thank you for leading us with your light and being our Fable.
...You are our unadulterated JOY.