Brave baby.

Dear reader,

I hope you are doing well today. I’m writing to tell you, my precious reader, about what has been happening in this wild life.

This spring has come upon us like a mutated, prehistoric lion on steroids, to put it mildly. Each new day has been packed with comedy, tragedy, horror, drama, and filled with the greatest love between a mother, a father, and a sweet child. As a family, we have been through some unspeakable events. To say we are shocked would be an understatement.

Yet  I have watched my little Phoenix rise up from the ashes, shake off the dust, and stretch out her wings. She’s not ready for takeoff just yet, but my little spitfire has an unshakable faith that can only come from her Heavenly Host. Her courage can only be compared to David with his sling, her desire to rise above this would make Icarus fall back; for this little Phoenix is going to soar, past the sun, circling around the stars, slaying all of the evil beasts with her diamond tipped talons.  Her small battle-cry will soon transform into the call for all of the little sweet firebirds to join her in taking back what’s rightfully theirs.

How can someone so plain and timid as this mother, claim any part for this young woman, born full of courage and ambition? I can’t.  I can admire her as she prepares for her flight.  The blood that pumps in her heart is something that this world has never seen before. This young lady is the real deal.