Our Daphodil

When Daphné was only a few weeks old, her Uncle Sebastien (also known as Tonton) gave her the sweetest nickname, Daphodil.  It stuck, and we've called her this ever since.  When I was sick with extreme post-partum depression in the hospital, I remember my father-in-law brought me a poem typed on a piece of yellow paper (in both English and French).

It was the poem, I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (sometimes known as The Daffodils) by William Wordsworth. 

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Daphné has truly bloomed into a Daffodil (Daphodil) in every way.

She is bright, cheery, happy and beautiful... just like the flower.

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

-by William Wordsworth (in 1804)

Love Linz