Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Her name is Eliza.

And she has big brown doe eyes.

And blonde curls.

And he likes to sit next to her.

And he likes to bring her toys.

Instead of clinging to my leg, he sprints into the classroom to find her.

And I am trying to find the balance between letting go and holding on.


  1. Young love. Isn't it so interesting to wonder about what made him fascinated with her? So sweet.

  2. Such a sweet boy. And such a brave mommy.