Poppy. What a joy she is in the everyday.
She’s also surprisingly mature. Composed and calm. Capable.
And in her mature, composed way, she asked for the most practical gifts: markers, a sewing kit…
A trip to the bunny farm. The same farm her bigger sisters had visited a few months before and picked out their very own miniature rabbits. The farm where Poppy began dreaming of maybe having her own bunny someday.
Surprising her is such fun.
Or until the pinata burst open.
Poppy-girl, you astound me. He created you so perfectly, and watching you blossom into all He’s made you to be brings us all more joy than you’ll ever know.
Love you to the moon and back,