Walking across the church parking lot, I reach for my daughters hand. "I don't need to hold your hand" says my daughter. Absent mindedly I ask "oh, are you too big to hold my hand now?" "Well, I'm almost six. So the answer might be yes" :short pause: "But don't be mad " she finishes, "I'm almost six." And in one poetic conversation, my daughter reminds me that she is growing up AND that I can't be "mad" about it. She is almost 6.
Life is a journey. I want to make mine better and help others along the way. Lets have an adventure.