We are sitting outside, Shan is enjoying her Chai latte intake and her life intake. Today, right now, I would like to capture how I see her in writing. Here I go...
It's been about ten minutes and I can't seem to get the words.
Maybe...I see Shannon as a beautiful dichotomy of strength and sensitivity...of careful and abandon...of serious and silly...of sweet and cut throat...of tolerance and judgement...of south side and north side. She adapts intelligently, she may want to complain but we rarely hear it, she is honest and forgiving, and strangely intimidating without meaning to be. She is fresh and surprisingly fragile, yet wise beyond reason, and capable of armoring herself impenetrably against unwanted intruders. She will not miss a new experience. She is the opposite of lazy, yet she naps frequently and can be very, very patient. She has a fast and furiously sharp wit that she will employ mercilessly if she is sure it won't hurt anyone, but she will guard it and check it if she senses your heart breaking even a little. She is daring. She is caring. She is her very own goodness.
I wonder how she sees herself.
After writing for an hour, I wondered if there was a character limit for comments, and decided to post just my last paragraphs...
ReplyDeleteI often think about what her kindergarden teacher once said to me, "Shannon always looks like a perfectly wrapped present." And I immediately thought, that's because she is the most wonderful gift in the world.
In all of the many amazing changes throughout our lives together, this hasn't changed at all. I love you and I thank the universe for blessing us with you.
What a beautiful thing to say. She is exactly a present...perfectly wrapped.
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