Phaedra

Last week, I followed you down the path that led from the house we were renting to the beach. You had on your daddy's "Gilligan" hat, a yellow sundress and your pink sandals. Something about the way you looked made me catch my breath and reach for my camera which, of course, I did not have. I so desperately wanted to capture the image of you walking confidently ahead of me, trying to keep up with Oberon who had, of course, raced ahead.

I'm still not sure what it was exactly. Something in the combination of how small and fragile you look in that dress and how boldly you were walking ahead of me. You weren't looking back or reaching for my hand. You weren't desperate to catch up with Oberon. You were pretty much just happily walking along, content, confident, at ease.

My wish is that you may always walk through life in exactly that manner.