I hope that, when she’s grown, she will still have moments that feel like this. Moments where she can feel the wind in her hair, the seemingly limitless expanse at her feet. Moments when she will take time to absorb the pink light of sunset and know she is in the right place. I hope she never loses her ease of spirit, her joy of sprinting, that love of living. I hope she remembers the freedom, the clean breath of air filling her lungs as if she holds not a care in the world. Someday she’ll have real responsibilities and life will crowd in. But how I hope that now and then, even in the midst of the future mundane, she’ll make time to have moments that feel like this.
And when she does? I hope she calls her mother and tells her all about it.