Freshly plucked from her bed of dreams,awakened to her world of choc-o-late milk, giggles, and lands beyond.
And my ferocious beast (to be), but for now, a playful lion cub. (I was beyond thrilled to stumble upon this Lion shirt).This little cub must be a beautiful beast; at the grocery this week he was told by 3 different passerby's, "What a cute little girl!"
Don't worry, Lion Cub. One day you will grow your mane, and there will be no mistaking who you are: brave and fierce, full of honor and love. As Daddy once penned in a song,
"Be an Oak, my son, with the heart of a Lion.
The only failure in life, is not even trying.
For you are of the chosen race,
marked not by flesh, but by the Grace -
Born of the Blood, we breathe by faith.
For the sake of the others...
That's why they call us the Lovers."