When my girls get older, I’ll say to them, “I hope you dance let goats eat your shirt.”
When life presents opportunities, I hope they grab them.
When dreams are fresh and newly minted, I hope they reach down deep and go for it.
And when life is just so hard they can’t imagine going on one minute more, I pray they’ll cling to God.
Plus the goats, always the goats. Let them eat your shirt. It’s better this way.
Confidential to my dear, sweet P: You love wide and deep and your mama is crazy about you.