Hope

Someday soon, my sweet girl, we will wander through the park, admiring flowers and pointing out bees and butterflies.

Someday soon we will wear shorts and your bare legs will grow ever more dark from the sun.

Someday soon we will put on sandals or go barefoot, letting our toes breathe.

Someday soon we will pack away the blue parka and the pink hat and we won’t fight with you every morning, forcing it on.

Someday soon we will lay awake giggling in a tent.

Someday soon we will sit around a campfire at your grandparents’ house, visiting away a long, leisurely evening.

Someday soon we will lick dripping ice cream from sides of cones.

Someday soon.