mmmm....I dream of peonies.
As I think of my flower garden and preparations for it, I cant help but think of my own little Eden. She's blossoming more and more each day. She's talking in her own little language, walking along the furniture, and drinking in everything around her. She's repeating words after me and commanding the dog to "sit" when I do. She grabs my pearly white (ahem, pearly white as in coffee/tea stained) teeth, then touches her own bottom two and says with me, "teeth".
The only family member who isn't estatic about her new found independence is Goodwin, who Eden lovingly calls "cat".
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