I See You
Your efforts to serve and love and keep serving are not going unnoticed. I see you. I see you. I see you.
My five-year-old is a bad ass. And don’t you forget it. She can climb trees and swing, fearlessly, from the rope attached to her tree house. She walks the pasture by herself and ponders the horses, the fences. She is kind, observant and strong. She already has everything I always wanted for her. She knows who she is and what she wants.