Early in October, my sister and I loaded up our kids and drove east to "Old West Fest" in Williamsburg, Ohio. It was a cute little town all done up in Western themed attire, complete with a shoot out in the street, a jail for the "bad guys", a medicine show, a magic show, and an old-fashioned spelling bee in the one-room schoolhouse/church.
My nieces were too shy to enter the spelling bee, but Isabel and Gabe clambered onto that platform and gave it their best shot. Gabe got out on the first word (he was off by one letter, poor guy), but Isabel hung in til the end.
She won with the word "medicine". (I've taught her well, eh?)
The "teacher" presented Isabel with the choice of two prizes: a girlie pair of boot spurs or a cool rifle that made sounds when the trigger was pulled. She chose the rifle.
Then walked right down those steps and handed it to Gabe, without a second thought.
He was so excited, she was glad to make him happy, and I had tears in my eyes at her generosity and innate kindness.
I don't know how I deserve to be this blessed, but I am. My daughter is beautiful, inside and out, and I love watching the amazing woman she is going to be unfold before my very eyes.