our sweet afton is nine years old.
july eleventh, twenty eighteen.
whatever it is that makes up my afty bay is the most magical and delicate and closest thing to fairy dust around.
afton is still most at home in the out-of-doors. scavenging through leaves and rocks. looking for little creatures. feeling the warm sunshine and the cool breeze. exploring. there is nothing she loves more than another living thing.
afton is a creator. she writes. she draws. she imagines. she plays. she has a singular intellect. a deeply poignant way of thinking. she notices the unnoticed and sees much of the allure and enchantment that passes the rest of us by. the world is much clearer, bolder, and brighter to afton.
she loves tiny things. and warm things. and beautiful things. and sparkly things most of all.
afton is everyone's favorite sibling. she is that glue. that perfect playmate. the one the rest are drawn to.
she has the best laugh. almost like she's surprised by how much joy and happiness and fun can be felt at one moment in time.
afton is my orchid. what a tender treasure it is to help her grow.
we love you, aton aton aton!
our bestest faerie sprite.
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