A job well done.

So I am facebook stalking all the people I miss from school and I come upon an album of a close acquaintance, not a close friend, but an acquaintance who is just shy of knowing me well enough to get a letter from me. This album is full of pictures of her and her sister. They are vacationing, and in their photographs they dance, make faces, make art, sing and laugh. They have an aura, a beautiful, timeless, unmarred aura, and occasionally their parents appear and they too are aware of this aura that their daughters eminate. It is an awareness manifested in the wise, content warm that they eminate, basking in a job well done.

I want to raise daughters like this. Who are not strangers to sadness, danger, fear; but are true friends who look for beauty in the most mundane place and who—thought they have experienced pain and grief—take unadulterated joy in walking down a country lane.