Wild Thing

Dear Laura,  Thank you for reading "Where The Wild Things Are" to me at Barnes and Noble a long time ago.  Thank you also for giving Libby your copy.  The pages are well worn through.  It was her favorite, even before they made a movie about it.  Love ya, Car

I read the Little that book most nights and have done since she was really small.  When I do, I always wonder when she'll grow tired of book about a boy and monsters.  I keep waiting for her to prefer something about princesses that is pink from cover to cover.

She is delightfully feminine most of the time, comforting her babies, as she drags them through the back yard by their hair. She grins from ear to ear when I buy her a new dress and puts it on right away. Every morning when I fix my make- up and hair and top it off with a spritz of vanilla bean body splash, she earnestly asks me to apply her lip gloss, and "spraa."

 There is this side of her though, that lets her sandy blond hair hang down in her eyes and guarantees that there will always be dirt on her face and most likely on that new dress.  It's the part of her that sneaks out the back door  in her bare feet when I'm not looking, only to find her sitting on the bottom step of the porch examining a bug.  It's the part of her that always picks up sticks on a nature walk and squeals when she sees a bird fly over head.  The part of her that climbs up as high as she can, when ever she can, on whatever she can...my very own wild thing.

I think I love that about her, even more than the fact that she wants to wear my lip gloss.  That little glimmer in her eye that makes me think, "Oh please don't go, I'll eat you up, I love you so"

Here's to the Wild Thing in all of us.  I hope that you embrace it, for Wild Things make life more interesting, the howl at the moon, they make the water rough, they always have dirt on their face...
Grace and Peace