Last night as I crawled into bed, the side table light was on and Ryenne was passed out on my pillow. The lamp cast the perfect amount of light across Ryenne's face.
Though she has her own room, she sneaks into my bed nightly. I really don't mind. I have a great, big California King bed all to myself since Peter and I sleep at opposite times. I love the snuggles she gives me.
I love this little girl. I don't give her nearly enough credit and praise for how wonderful she is. I love how she believes whole heartedly in magic. When there's morning dew on the grass she is excited that fairies visited. She thinks that bird houses are fairy houses. She believes without any doubt that there is a Santa Claus and an Easter Bunny. Magic is alive within her - she is pure magic. I have no doubts she was dreaming of magic last night. My beautiful girl.
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that photo is pure magic.
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