It was raining. But all I could see was her smiling face. I didn’t feel the drops falling on my work blouse. I didn’t worry about the curly hair on my head it was creating. I didn’t fret about not finding my umbrella. Her smile kept me quite unaware. My first-born daughter was about to walk up the old stone stairways to her brand new high school and instead of weeping in worry I was singularly focused on her bright smile keeping me in this moment where she felt happy and excited – and so too, did I. I have
