Sometimes I think her face is a mirror of my own. She is alive with hope, interest and anticipation. I see now from further down the road. I know some of what can happen, I still share her excitement. I share her sense of adventure and mystery and I think that anything is possible. In some ways she looks back at me as if she were the adult. After all, she is 22. In those years, we have confidence to spare. To me this life is more a mystery than ever, all the questions can not and will not be answered. But, if I can be in this moment, Love as well as possible, and be generous toward myself and others, I think I can be content……
