Exciting

I'm thinking of my daughter,

and it's probably because she's asleep.

It's the quiet moment when I can breathe and think about what this life and world ahead will offer her.

And whenever I think about the hopes for my daughter,

I often hope, immediately,

that her life will be exciting.

And it's not likely the first thought that comes to most parents' minds.

And I'm okay with that.

Perhaps my mind will change as she changes.

To hope that the world will be kind and generous to her,

at least most of the time.

And in the times it is not she will be rewarded with some humility and graciousness.

I hope she will be classy enough to know virtue of others' suffering and needs.

I hope she will know what her talents are,

though the world may not present them to her at precisely the moment she's trying to uncover them.

These are the other things I hope for,

but first and foremost,

I hope her her life will be exciting.

I hope she finds thrill in the ordinary.

I hope she feels the joy of a quiet moment, of being alone at times, of having a good relationship with herself.

All these things that are taking me years to uncover.

I hope her blood will boil at the injustices in the everyday and it will excite her to do better, to be better, to know better, and to lead others to be better.

I hope the surge of inspiration hits her to go to places she's never been.

I hope the spontaneity of a new adventure will not go undiscovered.

I hope her life will be exciting.

Today while we sat at home on a grey Sunday, just us 2....

I gave my daughter a mani-pedi and it made her giddy.

She was all smiles.  She was bemused as I held her small delicate hand close to my face, my eyes staring intently into her blue eyes while blowing over her freshly painted fingertips.

Her smile was infectious.

But with the seriousness of wet nails I told her we had to blow on them, and though she was still excited, she vigilantly held her own hand close to her face, and wafted her fingers to and fro while blowing on them.

Where did she learn that trick?

This was mommy's first time painting Sayler's nails... and it was exciting...

for both of us.