As I watch my baby girl kick her feet in the water, splashing me in the face as well as herself, I wonder what she’ll be like in five years. Ten. Twenty.
Will she try all the veggies we put in front of her?
Will she only eat pasta and cheese?
Will she have light hair as I suspect?
Will she climb our fruit trees with reckless abandon?
Will she hate us for being an only child?
Will she love to swim?
Will she grow up to love her state of Washington or itch to leave as soon as she graduates high school? (Go class of ’32!)
One thing I don’t wonder is whether or not she’ll know she’s loved. Because she will. Every single day.