The Girl.

THE GIRL.
I keep on my desk this picture of me in my light purple spring jacket, hood tucked tightly around my face and tied gently under my chin, ruffles on my shoulders, lapel, and lining the hood. I must’ve been about 3 or 4 years old. I’ve got little, painted (and slightly chipped) fingernails on small hands that are holding up to my chest this large and fluffy, orange, farm cat (who was very gracious to allow me the pleasure of cuddling him so.) Every now and then I look at this photo, see my young self and realize how much she is still a part of me. I then take stock and remind myself to let her play. She likes to spend time outdoors in nature and take care of animals. She paints really great pictures, is very sweet, and is kind of shy but secretly wants to join in the game. Life for her is pretty simple. We all have this ‘inner girl’ that needs attention once in a while. Don’t be afraid to let her sing, let her dance, let her play in the rain a little, imagine, pout and even dream.






What a cute little girl you were.(And still are!) Your cousin Jeni took this picture. The cat you were holding was named Butterscotch.
This brings back so many memories. We were living on a farm in Hamil, west of the Twin Cities. It seems like a lifetime ago.
So sweet.
Love this! You are soo right.. We all still have that little girl in us and it’s awesome when she appears… Accept when she throws a tantrum! It was unbecoming as a child and even more so as an adult! ; ). Lol
Btw… We lived in MN south of the cities for 7 years! It is so beautiful there! I miss it! (but not so much the snow..in April!)
Thanks Kristy, I agree on both accounts! Absolutely beautiful, yet snow in April is a bit of a drag. I still love it though! Oh, and yes, tantrums are not so becoming on adults! I was quite a dramatic little kid. She appears on occasion