For one night, “When I grow up” won’t be a blinking star in the vast, inky darkness of uncertainty. For one night, Grace, her brother Grant, and every child will be that star.
Sometimes, there are moments so unexpected, so poignant that time stands still. Who knew a pink bunny would trigger one of those moments. This child, my granddaughter, is hope personified, tentative and still in a world otherwise filled with motion. And every Halloween Grace will try on another dream under the guise of tradition as she learns to recognize the possibilities that burn bright within – Cinderella perhaps, maybe Minnie Mouse, Dora the Explorer, a doctor or lawyer, singer or dancer.
For one night, “When I grow up” won’t be a blinking star in the vast, inky darkness of uncertainty. For one night, Grace, her brother Grant, and every child will be that star. Comments are closed.
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