Dahlia

Ode to My little Dahlia at Two Years Old

I love her, I love her, I love her I do. One look at her perfect face, her bright eyes and her perfect everything makes my worries subside. She is my hope, my fountain of youth. She is determination, wild and free. Strength and laughter,

climbing, jumping, dancing without fear.

. . .And she has this new joke. If she wants to make anything funny she adds "toots" to the end. To her credit it is pretty funny. She and Soren laugh heartily during their joke time.