She was such cute little chubby toddler.

This brings so much back, some of which is dark.
But all I will say is this: I love her.
She was gentle. Animals knew it. They came to her, trusted her, let her love them even snakes
She loved flowers especially roses, trees, and the small dirt creatures that fold themselves into perfect circles when the world is too much.
She loved snow, and rain, and the way the earth smells after. People, less so.
She was sharp, too.
Unyielding.
A quiet and a loud little force.
She could claim what was hers in time not from being spoiled, from knowing. She knew what she wanted.
Once, she threw a new dress back at her parents because it was brown. Brown was never her color in dresses. She chose white, green, blue, pink, pink upon pink upon pink.
She loved electricity.
Light.
The crack and shatter of things breaking open. She loved it so fiercely it often got her into trouble. And still, she reached for it.