My daughter. Summer, who will turn 4 in a month or so. I see in her eyes the glimmer of happiness and love when she snuggles up and proclaims.."papa, I want to sleep on your hand (or body)" . She hugs my forearm or whatever part of me that is available, closes her eyes and wriggles for a sleeping position. If she closes her eyes long enough,and manages not to fall off, she will fall into slumber. Sometimes fitful, sometimes dead to the world. A tiny force of nature who rocks my world.

A fleeting moment in time and she will never be this age again. I would give anything to hold on to this moment.. As humans , we age and our memory grows dim, for memory is a poor recorder of feelings. But she will grow older,and i will grow older and with grace of god (if I were christian?), we will grow together as father and daughter. What will tomorrow bring? We can only feed the present with love and hope. In the way wines mature and mighty trees grow from little seedlings, I hope to see my daughter grow and grow up together.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night- Dylan Thomas