My Girl

She makes me wonder.

Who will she be when she grows up?  Will she maintain her strongwill and confidence?  Will she outgrow the hard pats on the back because she has so much love that she has difficulty loving gently?  Will she always say no in protest, yet make it sound like a question?

When will hair blowing in her face bother her or make her pause?  How long will she let me cut her hair and will she ever attempt to cut her own hair again?  If she does, will it be another perfectly symmetrical mullet?

Will she have children of her own and will she hug them more gently than her babydolls or our cats?  Will she find fulfillment in her days and peace in her prayers?  Will she try to transform herself into another with make up and clothes and hair or will she be content in her own skin?

Will she be good friends with her brother when they are both grown up?  Will they call each other to talk about their day at work or with their own families?  Will they tease each other about who will care for Mom or Dad when we get old?  Will she remember how she and her brother could spend hours playing games on the stairs with blankets or working on art projects together?

Will she remember a fun childhood?  That her parents told her they loved her dozens of times each day?

I can only hope.

And pray.