Sometimes when I am with my daughter her spirit unlocks a part of me that makes anything possible. The other day we were painting and the sun came out from behind a cloud and shone through the window overhead.
A little sparkly purse. A bit of sunlight.
In that moment I heard the sounds of live theatre.
Smelled the kiss of freshly laundered clothes.
I felt the flutters of a first date.
The heady power of triumph.
I wanted for nothing and believed anything possible.
When the sun passed I turned to see if Briar had seen the same thing. There in her face was all the light of the sun, the promise of those sparkles, and the message that anything is possible.