footloose and fancy free.

What is young?

Young is laughter and wonder and smiling through tears.

Young is skinned knees and broken wrists.

Young is climbing trees and dancing in the rain.

Young is the smell of crayons and grass.

Young is baby-soft curls and warm, tight hugs.

Young is bedtime stories, lullabies, a kiss goodnight.

Young is tumbling through wide, open fields.

Ashes to ashes, we all fall down

Young is fragile, yet young is invincible.

Young is being so cool without even trying.

Young is dreaming big, and never letting go.

Young is innocence; young is joy. Young is how we live.

TOODLES.

gayatri & hannah