After our walk and after dinner I started feeling a bit reminiscent and started looking through old photos. This little dark eyed, curly headed girl is me. I imagine I was around two years old when this picture was taken but there is no way of knowing for sure. I look at this photo and I realize that at one time I had that complete innocence of a child as well--I was utterly happy and content.
It hit me. My Joy is going to go through the trials of life. She will get beat up and beat down at times, but hopefully, will come out fighting. But for now...for now...she's my little girl. I still get to protect, nourish, guide, discipline, and teach her to become a strong woman. A woman that will learn to dance in the rain and make lemonade when life gives her lemons.