Lupine is an amazing spirit. She is strong. Wise. Opinionated. Hilarious. And, um, often extremely loud. She has found her voice and found a way to be heard among the play of children much older than her. She yells. She talks big. She screams. She puts on a good show. This child is larger than life.
But as i looked through my photos from our recent trip to Minneapolis I notices an amusing/telling theme:
We live in a quiet world.
Lupine's reality only contains one loud thing: herself. And being in the city among trains and buses and sirens and horns and traffic and drums – it was all a little much for her small ears.
Since we came home to our little house on this quiet street in this sleepy town I have only seen her cover her ears once: when I was reading a story that she suspected was taking a questionable turn.
Our wold is safe, quiet, and secure. She is blessed to be the loudest part of her own world.