Saturday, May 17, 2014

Three is a Magic Number

Three is a magic number. It always has been. It always will be.

Our Brooklyn Claire turns 3 today. And she's pretty magic.

In the tradition of 3rd birthdays, a series of haiku poems.

Hair bows and tutus
Pearls, curls, and rowdy, wild girls
This is Brooklyn Claire.

Sunshine and giggles
This is our ladybug wish
Mostly, you comply.

Fierce independence,
The world is too small, I fear
For the likes of you.

Who dares defy you?
Rain your fury upon them,
Little Pink Storm Cloud.

But when there is peace,
There are pouty lips, sweet sighs
The world rights itself.

Such a little girl
Standing in a sea of boys,
steering your own ship.

Blue eyes and big hopes
Guide you on your merry way
Let us come with you.

Today is special.
Three is a magic number,
Just like you, sweet girl.

Happy Birthday, Brooklyn. I hope today is all birthday cake, belly laughs, and beauty. I love you.

*Photo credits, as always, to the Mullaney and Hopkins families who, unlike me, always have their cameras and who cannot stop snapping photos of their gorgeous children, thank goodness.

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