quick witted like the child her mother was i miss that child but adore the butterfly she has become she will be more than we all imagine if we let her be just as her mother and her grandmother and great grandmother were and are but we come from a line of struggle of will and wellness of dreams and wants of can be and will be she smiles and my heart is as full as it can be she treats me like a playmate and i wouldn't have it any other way i love her and her mother as much as my heart will allow as much as there is room for as if they were my own