my 8 yr old

decided to write a short poem

(“actually, it’ll be an ode, mama” he told me matter-of-factly)

for his sister’s 15th birthday.

Sisi is my sister’s name,
Once a year we go to Maine.
Hidden‘s a story we are writing,
It is so much better than fighting.

…and off we go into the great blue yonder of another year

as of yet unknown.

congratulations

baby girl.

oh how i love watching you become.

‘unknown’ taken from 48:6-7 of isaiah.