I remember when life was all laid out in front of me, like an empty canvas. Still a child, full of hope, I marked out a path to take. But, the future is much too far away to see clearly. The canvas was marked again and again until my original plan is barely visible. My goal had been moved further and further down the path. I'm only a little smarter now, but I know that life should never have simply one goal or one path. We try; we fail; we succeed; we move on. Life is about living, not planning.
Good night, my sweet child. Your bright shining eyes close as your night time journey begins. Soft is your breath, as you turn into the princess of a magical land, called Nod. Dragons fly in the air among candied clouds as crickets and katydids create garden melodies. Will you kiss a frog or go swimming with pollywog's? Every choice belongs to you, sleeping beauty. Your world is your making, but carry my love in your heart always. Sweet dreams I bid you, my daughter; sleep tight.