I looked at my little girl the other day and then I looked again. There was something different about her, and it had happened overnight. I took in her in my arms and asked her if she would “stop growing!” “Please, Lark, stop growing. Stay little...
She’s a little walking fairytale. Filled with sprites, sparkly dragons, whimsy, and her very own, couture, love potions. And she has all of us, everyone in her kingdom, all her loyal subjects, completely, and utterly under her spell. I want to freeze her pretty...
