I wish I could remember when I was four.
Normally, I don't think or talk about stuff like this, but I have been reminded recently how beautiful childhood is.
I feel like I ran through it too fast, I want to go back and convince myself to stay a child longer, instead of forcing myself to grow up way too fast.
Isabella just turned four.
She's my niece.
I don't want her to ever grow up.
I don't ever want her to have to see or experience what my sister and myself have.
More than anything, I want her to stay in this stage where she forgives easily, everything is beautiful, and the world is hers.
This is a completely ignorant wish.
Growing up is part of life, yes. But I wish the world was still innocent like it is to a child.
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| Isabella and I at her birthday party. We were fairies. |
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| I think a fairy is the ultimate symbol of childhood. Free, small, unrestrained. |
“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.”
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