Your Children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their thoughts dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. Kahlil Gibran

Friday, January 14, 2011

Pinto

Aunt Mary made a wooden horse for Niko when he was a year old or so. We brought it out when Willow first came home from China but she was a bit nervous about it. We brought it down from the attic when foraging for Christmas decorations and she immediately fell in love with it.
She calls him Pinto
and will tell you how much she loves her pony.
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