She has grown up. She doesn't think herself small. She can walk now. She
is starting to talk. She is letting the world know what she wants and does not
want. She laughs. She runs for hugs. She stands in front of strangers until
they smile. She loves without fear. She never doubts that life will, with
tender love, fill in the holes. She still looks out the window. She takes time
On the first day of 2011, I prayed to be so wise.
A year later, even more grown up and has found her voice, she looks with wonder into the Light determined to hold the Candle in her own hands. On this day, may I too be as strong.