My North Star



There are often times when I set my eyes upon my daughter, and feel the hope and promise of each day dawn with such vigor and immediacy that I am stunned for a moment, as if an electric current has passed through me. Oh, she be little and, yet, so fierce.  I am involuntarily strengthened, encouraged, enveloped, by her in a myriad of tangible, unrealized, obvious and subtle ways. She, unaware, catches me, propels me; my one true North.



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