Perfect.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
I walked through jazz in the park this evening (beelining for the cupcake truck, of course), and on the way back to my house, I saw a girl, maybe eight, attempting to climb a tree. Stuck at an akward spot in the tree, she called out to her dad, "I need your help. But, maybe... not really." and It made me smile.
Shine on, girl. You're going to do just fine.
Shine on, girl. You're going to do just fine.