When Will She Know?

There has been such a transformation in my Twirly Swirly Girl since she has come back to the nest to live. Gone is the Chef, gone is the Hippie, gone is the Police Officer. She has asked her father and I might we get her hair extensions as her one and only Christmas gift. It seems, she says, that boys only like girls with long hair.

Waiting for her college courses to begin, she is enjoying working full time at a shop in the mall. It turns out she has quite the knack for selling and will major in business at school. She is making friends with co-workers, after work burgers and blind date arrangements made.

There is a flurry of text messaging seen for days, a few dates, selective sharing of information, parents whispering from pillows in the dark, every detail discussed for a glimpse of happiness found. "It wasn't meant to be." not this time.

Puppy Patrol couch sleeping, covers under chin, Mom and Dad kisses without causing her to wake. "When will she know True Love's grace?"

This is my Christmas Prayer.