52 in 2014 • Week 2

Monday, January 20, 2014



When I was a little girl, I was not 'girlie' at all int he conventional way, other than saying my favorite colors were pink and purple. I've never out much thought into whether you'll be considered a tom boy or not, mostly because I don't care - I think you're awesome whether you like dresses and princesses or bugs and mud. We took you to the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History today and there's something I do know now - you are brave. Except for the occasional loud noise and the dark, you are fearless and adventurous. I do my best not to transfer my fears onto you, so when the woman asked if you would like to touch a hissing cockroach, I took one step back and watched as you extended one finger out to pet it. I expected you to hesitate, but you just smiled and reached right out there. As we were walking away, you held out both hands and looked up at Papa, asking to hold it. I laughed and was proud of you in a way for just being you.

'I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in,
even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be.
I love her and that is the beginning of everything.'
F. Scott Fitzgerald


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