She is hope. She makes me feel like I’ve done something right. Like when you hear a song that just perfectly captures a moment. Or like a friend who always says the right thing. Or the day you never want to end. Like a fall breeze or a cold drink on a hot day. So cheesy when I read back through those descriptions, but that’s how she makes me feel. Her daddy makes me feel similarly, but it’s not the same. There is an intimacy there with Lewis that isn’t there with Isis. Together with our Creator, we created her. But she still has changed me - to the core.
I sincerely hope to be able to give her beautiful moments, songs that fit life perfectly, friends that say the right thing, days she doesn’t want to end. I hope to provide an environment where she can grow, thrive, change, discover. I want her to be free to dream & hope; to make mistakes & learn; to cry hard & laugh harder. Life has so many mysteries & so many wonderful distractions. I want to give her freedom. I want to give her joy. She has absolutely given it to me.
Somehow, finishing Something Borrowed made me want to write this. I highly recommend you check it out.
How does your child make you feel?