Morrigan's sixth birthday. It's hard to believe that this creature has been in my life for six years, then again, it's even more difficult to imagine my life before she was here everyday to dust my moments with tantrums, songs, and musings that only a child can entertain. I've had the opportunity to watch her shed the skin of a toddler then into the garments of a beautiful lady. That clothing may be a tad loose now but soon it will hang perfectly.
I spend most of my time curious as to how many famed authors, poets, and philosophers may view things now. Luckily, I have one person in my circle that embodies the best aspects of all three. Morrigan can weave a wonderful tale from simple, everyday things and tell it with enthusiasm that is contagious. She fills the air in our home with sweet, high-noted sonnets about love and friendship. My favorite, by far, of her abilities is how in-tune she is with humanity. She picks up very subtle things which would be meaningless to most. She knows what to say to make you rethink your situation and does so with a very deciding air about her.
I love her and feel honored to have a hand in her creation.
I'll end this with a quote from my favorite thinker:
"Don't worry, he loves you. Anyone who makes you that happy must love you."
-Morrigan
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