My Morning Gift

I have been expecting to see a doe and a baby fawn in our backyard. It usually happens in the spring.

A few days ago, my hope was realized as a mother doe walked carefully through the trees followed by a fawn. But the fawn was much larger than I had expected and was actually acting as though it had become acquainted with the world.

BUT THEN, another doe stepped forward and watched intently as her tiny spotted baby ran in circles, delighted that he could run, kicking his heels, leaping in the air and celebrating life.

I wondered if this was the first time he had space to discover the delight of being himself.

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