Piper wakes up at screech. Her mouth opens for her first yawn and doesn't really close much for the rest of the day. She's talking, singing, laughing, crying, screaming. She covers the full range of human passion in any given 24 hour period. There is nothing small about Piper's personality. She feels big. Acts big. Is big. She's just so much more than the average person. It's both exhausting and exhilarating to be in the presence of such intense life.
For Piper everything is new. Every experience is a new one. Even if it's just a walk to look at Renfrow's chickies for the one thousandth time. I think it's because Piper has a young soul. There is something new about Piper, and we're privileged enough to be able to touch that newness. When you stop to look at the world through Piper's eyes it is so fresh and raw. There is a brilliance to Piper's experience that you can see if you open yourself to see. Every tree is made for climbing. Every hill is made to roll down with complete abandon. Every hurt is a tragedy that must be worn.
Piper whirls around me. A tiny ferocious life force that spins all around the house. She is never still. She is always dancing, prancing, running, leaping, drawing, creating. She is oh so alive.
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