Wheeling Gull Isle angel band

AW, mainly for family! could also work as RO, i just have sudden dinah muse. set for midday on the 21st

She is but a child. A simple, wonderous child, who is five weeks old. She grows taller as the cornflower of her eyes darkens, her smile widens, her taut little body starts to slim. She laughs more and she sees and hears and feels more. And she loves flowers and the way the cicadas sing to her at night, and the crash of the big blue ocean. She loves the beetles that land on the tip of her nose that she holds on one paw, the smell of the fresh fish she is still too young to eat on her own. She loves mama and daddy, and her three brothers who are almost taller than her now, who she is so rarely seen without. She spends her days nestled with @Judah, or wrestling with @Simeon, or pestering @Malakai. And she loves them. 

And it's this love that she carries in a bleeding little heart as fawn-like limbs carry her through the dense ponderosas. Shrubbery that tickles her cheek when she brushes against it, the twigs she carries as comfort. The berries she sniffs and can't break the skin of with milkteeth, but oh, how she longs to.

And it's today that she goes to the beach. All by herself! Won't mama @Heda and daddy @Caracal be so proud? 

The sound is otherworldly when it is so close. The thickness of the earthen smell of saltwater, the sizzle of early summer. 

And when she snuffles at a mollusk that rolls over with the bump of her nose, she thinks of God. Of how much mama and daddy love Him, how they thank Him for her and her brothers every day. The hymns that are her lullabies, the prayers she overhears when stirring from her naps. Mama says God made her, and so today, when the child's gaze leans skyward, she thanks Him, too.