I will think of this moment. Leaping. Ever leaping. Smiling a new-toothed grin and prancing to your own song. So full of untarnished joy.
And I will feel great pride.
Not the pride that is arrogant . But the pride that is “much pleased“.
I am so much pleased to have you for a daughter.
I will think of you making dinner without being asked when Daddy was working and I had to hold poor, sick, JohnJohn, the first to go down with that awful virus you all had.
I will think of you splayed out on the couch reading on your own. Or playing with Legos. Or Minecraft. Or making lists of Dragonvale eggs or Greek Gods.
I will think of your first sleepover. And how you learned to tie your shoes.
I will think of you consoling Joseph when Minty Orange died.
I will think of you jokingly asking Dad to “tell us the history of steak”. You’re funny!
I will remember with sweet pleasure, an unfettered, independent and ridiculous dancing green bean. And in my mind I will dance along with her.
Tell someone you’re proud of just how proud you are.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SUCCESS.