Feeling her tiny feet and toes (I think that’s what it was) kick from the inside as my hand lies on my daughter’s belly, I’m reaffirmed that life goes on. In the midst of crazy turmoil in our world, the gift of actually feeling a life moving itself around inside of another life is?

Well, it’s a miracle. And this amazing miracle just confirms that even though our days are beautiful and short,

life will continue.

So then to know that very soon, this little girl will be out and having a life of her own, it makes me wonder.

It makes me wonder……

I wonder will she like pink. I wonder will she dress real sheik.

I wonder if her hair will be curly. I wonder if she’ll go to bed early.

I wonder if she’ll be good in math. I wonder if she’ll hate a bath.

I wonder if she’ll ride a bike. I wonder if she’ll date a Mike.

I wonder if she’ll climb a tree. I wonder if she’ll skin her knee.

I wonder if she’ll read a book. I wonder if she’ll bait a hook.

I wonder if she’ll drive a car. I wonder if she’ll move afar.

I wonder will she play with a doll. I wonder if she’ll be very tall.

I wonder if she’ll do what she’s told.

I wonder if she’ll dance with me when I’m old.

I wonder…

will she’ll dance with me when I’m old.