oh my dear olive. i cannot help but watch your fluttering eyes and twitching feet (alive with the future possibility of walking) and think that someday we will fight. like two cats with with their tails (and tales) tied together we will roar as only a mother and daughter can. one day your coo will become a coup (like only a teenager can attempt to throw). i pray your spine is made of steel so that you never bow to anything of this world but the source and force of the Light & Love.