my heart i hear beating

she's just like her daddy, wide-eyed for adventure, lover of snow, cold, and outside.  enthusiastic dreamers, they plan big and live loud.  his childlike wonder dances in her every leap.

but when she comes in from the cold, clapping for honey-kissed cocoa?  she climbs under my arm and pulls blankets high; we read poetry and wild tales of princess and prairie.

in those tender moments, it's my heart i hear beating inside one tutu-clad wondrous girl.

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