Just for you, Take a look at me Now...be your Love, Nothing Better.

Long ago before we actually knew...

A baby girl I was born and a young lady I am now, it took so little yet so long to notice who I was to whom am I.

A baby girl I was, the baby girl I continue to be, is and only is the one you truly know...

And to think it all started by a single gift from you, one we both didn't care and know what it was, but I kept.

Nine years of a difference, and I was just a baby girl. To hold and keep warm, to look at and care for, little did you know that that baby girl is now little old me...Esme.

At that time and moment at your ninth birthday, I was just but 10 months of age and you on your 'lucky' day gave a gift, as tiny as it was, it was a gift a baby girl like myself could grow to love (to a certain age).

A teether for crying out loud! But, not just any teether. A cute yellow owl of a teether, so vintage! (:

Coming across this old object of a gift just made me think so deeply of how much we've grown to know one another all this time. It's been 20 years! 20 years! I had a quiet moment to myself looking at this teether saying to myself, that that little girl you once knew is not the same little baby. Sure you call me "My (your) sweet little girl" which doesn't bother anyone, makes perfect sense to me and yourself...but, I'm not that little child anymore.

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I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me. I played pretend between the trees and fed my house guests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.
I had a dream that I could fly from the highest swing, I had a dream.
Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked who I'm supposed to be. The stars smiled down at me, answered in silent reverie, I said a prayer and fell asleep.
I had a dream that I could fly from the highest tree, I had a dream.
I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave. I lived it full, I lived it well...
I'm ready now to fly from the highest swing, I had a dream.

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Of course, I know and you know that...we both know that it's time. I'm ready for everything that willing to cross my path. No matter how awful, great, scary, hard, unexpected, thrilling, etc. it could and will possibly be. This is a reminder of your symbol to owls..."The bold owl sits in its hollow tree wailing at the lonely moon until he's no longer the lonely moon who sits for the wailing caused him to glide and with such beautiful perfectionist eyes seeks his pray, but of what? His lovely lone owl self to come keep him company in his hollow tree and it no longer is the bold owl, but the wise owl with his owlet to love and care for wailing together...bold and strong in the hollow tree."

Such a long saying like your crazy ramblings of such weird knowledge of yours...but this makes perfect sense if you think about it and think about owls alone and compare them to your human behavior...hmm.

I'll always ask myself, was there a meaning of you giving me that silly old vintage yellow owl teether? A symbol and actual meaning behind it?

The answer will reveal itself soon enough...come on, it's only a ramble away...

So who's the owl and who's the owlet between you and I?



An owl can see him slash her-self and see their match of true long lasting love.