Here is our girl, walking stick in hand and bare toes in the grass, on my Dad’s land in Missouri. Doesn’t she look like she just fits there? I think the woods call to her, as they did to me when I grew up in this magical place. Perhaps they just whisper to her now, but I am quite sure she communed with the trees and wild daisies and woodland spirits of the forest. After all, MB does say she thinks Kaia is an elf or a sprite. I’m hoping she’ll turn out to be one of those Keebler elves, cuz those cookies are dang good!