Tuesday, February 10, 2009


She was born on a cold, still February night in mountain country. I had sensed that her gentle spirit was hesitant to arrive earthside, so I was not surprised that she was a week late. What surprised me was that she weighed 10 lbs 6 oz.

I had never seen a brand-new face so round and full. Nor had I ever seen one that radiated so much calm and wisdom.

During her first twelve months, we moved twice: once around the corner and once out-of-state. Her first birthday party took place in our new hometown on the Oregon coast and involved fresh-caught crab and gooey pink cake.

Just before her second birthday we moved a thousand miles inland to the Great American Prairie. She was the only one in our family who didn't seem to mind leaving the ocean.

Now, after a whole year on the prairie, that peaceful winter night 3 years ago in our snug little white house seems like a distant dream. We have come so far and she has come so far.

But she is still our peaceful, gentle, beautiful, wise little Roo.
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Dr. Croc said...

Yes, though all of your kids are adorable, I have to say that were I to choose to raise one, ROO would be my number one pick! (She's so mellow! And polite!)