Little Sisters














My newly-eight-year-old sister peered from the car window at a long, scraggly lawn, clogged with weeds and dandelion clocks.

"Wow," she breathed, awestruck. "They have so many wishes in their yard."

4 comments:

Erin said...

I love that.

Maggie DeVries said...

Aw. I love her.

brilynne said...

You have a poet for a sister!

Marie DeVries said...

they say the cutest things, don't they?