Our older daughter has been knitting—
working on a scarf.
So on the way home after an afternoon of knitting
with friends at the church, she announced to the family,
“I’ve decided I’m making this one for someone I see a lot of—
someone I play with almost every day—
someone very cute
with dark hair and brown eyes—
someone who wears glasses.”
By this time, her sister (whom she was describing)
was absolutely radiantly beaming.
The depths to which those two can bless (and wound)
each other remain unplumbed.
They themselves oblivious to them much of the time.
That they will learn to respect those depths
remains my prayer.