I'm thankful for the wonder I see in her eyes when she watches Ender and her daddy's antics.
Last night after bath, I laid her down on the living room to put on a fresh diaper and pajamas.  She was so still for me, her eyes mesmerized by the chaotic scene of her daddy and brother sword playing.  I just stared at her staring. I eventually looked up to see what enthralled her that much anyway.  I mean, Ender is no Casanova with a foam sword, and zander had some obscure rapper blaring over the speakers while he "danced- fought"....?

Her calling is so simple and straightforward:  Be happy with the ones you love.