We blew back home on that cool evening Autumn breeze. The Bigs warmed the littles, we said our prayers, being very thankful for the day we had shared. The little beds embraced the little heads and I wrapped warm blankets all around them. The dark, with one soft glow, became warm with tiny little breath. Then finding the rocking chair I gratefully sank into it's feather pillows. I slowly rocked, gently rocked, and then I looked and I saw that the littles were a little less little, and a little more big. "Goodnight my babies. I love you my littles", said the Big.
Our Little Star
8 years ago
3 comments:
OH VICKY THAT STORY IS JUST FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I really think that you should write up a copy and send it somewhere, I don't know where, but somewhere where they publish children's stories!!! You wouldn't need to put pictures with it necessarily to get it published, but I bet you can if you want. Some publisher might LOVE the story and put some famous children's artist to work drawing cute amazing pictures to bring out the autumness and the look looking of the littles! wow. I want this story in my classics collection! Oh, you could call it "Look a Little" teehee. Just kidding, I like the title you already have. You need to write another one please. An entire series about the "Littles"
Very cute story. I can't believe how much Adessa looks like you and how much you sound like your mom!
This is a great story. It is also preserving your season of littles. Love you!
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