I had a random thought yesterday, as I was walking with Raphaela yesterday while we were doing errands after school.  My daughter skipped along, singing to herself, telling me stories from her day, and saying hello to every person we met, spending a little more time if we bumped into someone we know.

She had a smile for everyone, and a hug for the special people.

I marvel at her joy, at her light. 

Having grown up as a withdrawn and sad girl, having faced and worked through not the easiest of childhoods myself, I marvel that I am able to raise such a happy child.  And I am proud of myself.

Raphaela is my penance, my redemption if you will.