Sarrah Leslie Jones
One. By day, she was all smiles and curiosity, but by night, she something positively Shakespearean.
One. She had managed to escape mortal demise twice before taking her first breath.
One. Eating was apparently optional, but streaking was standard.
One. She had me both laughing and crying often in the same hour.
One. She taught me that motherhood is a sweet kind of socially acceptable insanity.
One. She showed me what fierce, breathtaking, visceral love was.
One. She's my stardust...fragile, bright, bold and beautiful still at now twenty-one.