Brianna, at nearly three years old.  The wind was picking up her hair and the little sleeves on her ladybug dress billowed up almost like little wings.  I call it FLY and foung this little poem for it that was so precious!

Polka-dot lady in the tall grass,
I love to watch you as I pass.
Your black and red coat
Shines in the bright sun,
Like a beautiful sunset
When the day’s done.
And then your wings spread
Like the wings of a bird
And you fly away, fly away
Without being heard.
Polka-dot lady in the tall grass,
I love to watch you as I pass.

– Ellen Baumwoll (1938- )

Paper from Fancy Pants and Scrappin’ Sports and More.  Ladybugs, alphabet letters (FLY) and branches from Spellbinders die cutting system.  Shear Blooms and micro-brads from Creative Impressions.  Even a teensy bit of sewing!

Note: Brianna was just starting pre-school and these pictures were taken six days before Sept. 11th, 2001.  How our world changed.