sweet nothings
April 21, 2014 § 10 Comments
Yesterday my daughter appeared beside me, her little girl hands cradling an abandoned bird’s nest. The unadorned simplicity of its elegant emptiness was in stark contrast to the memory of toddler hands greedily clutching at a confetti of confectionary eggs. Days once carefully orchestrated to infer evidence of magic now infused with a quiet appreciation for sweet nothings.
scribblechic 
Being able to see the beauty in each stage of a young person’s development and connect it to the past, is not something that most of us can do. Your observations and then posts are excellent fuel to ignite fires of thoughts that people like me would not think to kindle.
Always rewarded when I stop by here Scribblechic.
Thank you. I wish I made the leap from thought to “pen” earlier.
I love the image.
Thank you. Holiday memories exist in juxtaposition; like photographic negatives laid one against the other. Each present is layered with sentiment.
One paragraph.
In a single paragraph, you have outdone anything I’ve written on my blog.
Well done.
I stand humbled before you.
While the compliment is pleasantly generous, I would suggest that we cannot outdo what is done with equal pleasure. We are, each of us, better for the differences between us.
Beautifully written.
Thank you!
first time commenter-love your writing and particularly this.
Thank you – for your kindness and your company among my thoughts.