The Baby and the Monkey
Had a very joyful afternoon indeed.



The Baby and the Monkey
Had a very joyful afternoon indeed.



Tiny.
She delicately tickles from the inside.
You smile.
Your hands glide over, back and forth.
Inches from each other, yet still not close enough.
Your yearn to know her face, her heart.
What miraculous circumstances brought her here.
The wonderful anticipation beckons.
She gently rolls, guiding your sweet thoughts with her.
You smile.

Wishing you much joy, beauty, peace and love in 2012.
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That moment when looking at her images, a beautiful mama says “Oh my… I see her. Right. There.”
Her.
Her.
Not her cumbersome clothing, not some awkward wince, not a gaze into nowhere.
Her.
That moment.


Sweet heart
Sweet light
Sweet dreams



Sometimes the dream is worth the sleep
It’s true, my friend
Sometimes the rainbow is worth the rain
What beauty arrives from the process of simply being.

“We sometimes underestimate the influence of little things”
- Charles W. Chesnutt

Linger.
I promise you, with all of my heart, it is worth it.
There is so much beauty laid out before you,
and such wonderment to feast upon.

How poetic the time of wait.


You are so beautiful, to me
You are so beautiful, to me
Can’t you see, you’re everything I hoped for
Everything that I need
You are so beautiful, to me
- Billy Preston/Bruce Fisher
