Esther wanted to hold the flowers and I let her, how could I not? She raced along the path in her little stripey stockings, holding the flowers down so their delicate faces almost scraped the ground. They were precious, but not as precious as the moment. Sometimes I am overwhelmed by how much, and for how long, I have wanted a daughter, and now here she is - I actually have her! She is more precious than flowers, more precious than gold, and more full of sunshine than the sun itself. I will let her hold my flowers whenever she wants to.
Some of you may long for a little stripey stocking wearer, and I don't like to remind you of that. Some people have everything and some people have nothing and some of us are somewhere in between. There is so much pain in this world and I don't know why it was made to be like this. They say it's not for us to question, but gosh, I do.