Oh, how I loved that tree... sitting under it, climbing it, just seeing its graceful form swaying in the breeze. I could get lost in its branches when I would climb up into its arms to read a book, or think, or hide and escape from the world. In the winter its long icicled branches would shimmer in the sun as they danced in the winds. That's a whole lot of bling!
When I grew up, I continued to love trees and nature. I named my four daughters for the beauty I found in nature because I thought they were such breathtaking creatures when they were born. Afton was named for a beautiful river in Scotland (there's a really pretty song about that). Willow was named for my cherished childhood tree. Treesje's name just reminds me of trees because of how I spelled it (although years later we found out it actually means “little” in Dutch), and it ended up "Tree" became her nickname. Go figure!
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