Ellie

Right now, I am “Papa” to one little girl in this world. That’s ok. She can’t speak my name yet but I look forward to the day I hear it from her. She doesn’t know me, but I’ve known her since she was being knit together. She won’t remember the time I first held her in my arms. How her little hand squeezed my fingers. And that’s ok. I may be nothing more than a shadow in her memory, but I know her. That’s ok, too. She is loved beyond measure even though she hasn’t done a thing. What has she done to cause me to long to whisper to her what I know of the Universe? Not a thing. Her mere existence makes me want to create all around her, to capture her attention and imagination, to write, to inspire her to look beyond what she can see. My heart is full.

Oh Ellie, I’ve got stories to tell you…