Generation

The Girl just woke up. She is still blinking and holding onto a window ledge to keep herself from falling over, as most 1 year olds do. In a life full of sweet moments, she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The spark, the fuel, the life, the reason I get up in the morning. My daughter.

She can’t even talk yet but I find myself wondering many things about her. What music will she like? What sense of humor will she have? Will she believe in a God? Will she ever learn to drive a car, or Uber everywhere?

My sore back brings me back down to earth and reality in a hurry. The girl must go now, the rest of the family is heading out. I will stay and rest my back. I will miss her this afternoon, but I will put her to bed this evening.

A breeze moves the trees outside as I think of what I want for my girl. Give her options in life. Let her keep that smile of hers til the day she dies. Let her be healthy.

I’m a lucky man.