Make sure you spend six being as sixish as you can possibly be so when you turn seven you don’t have any regrets. —Ella’s violin teacher
When I look up from whatever it is I’m doing and see her standing there in her bare feet, tie-dyed PJ’s, wild hair and Joan Crawford lips—it’s gone way beyond a love affair. My heart balloons outward with this crazy love for her, and with appreciation for this wonder-filled, sixish time in her life.
Six-year-olds are: magical, wild, curious, open, innocent, playful, honest, lovers of nature—but they are so much more, and I’m at a loss for words to describe them. But Ella can. She said, “When I was born, God told me I’d be beautiful on the inside so my bones are made of sparkles.”
That’s how you describe six-year-olds. Their bones are made of sparkles.
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