Sophia

Today is Sophia's 17th birthday...Only last summer it seems that she was rocking in the big rocker on the back porch, her bare feet thrust straight forward, too short to touch the floor. She was decked out with a big, tacky sun hat of mine, and an old purse that I had discarded  was draped over her shoulders. Having just consumed a homemade banana milkshake, she had a telltale white circle around her mouth...happy as a clam. Her greatest concern was locating treasures for the oversized purse. Sophia is the Greek word for wisdom, and even then, she showed signs of being aptly named. She took note of small things and delighted in living. I hope she never allows that ability to be squelched. Happy birthday, Sophia girl. Live well.