Look at that face.
That face reveals excitement each morning. A new day! So many jokes to tell! So many games to play! So much fun!
That face looks up at me to make sure I’m in on the joke, too.
That face reveals a little girl with a big plan.
When the plan is “Give Dad a hug,” then that face expresses a daughter’s real happiness.
That face brings echoes of all the little girls who loved to dance alone in the early hours before the sun rose, feeling music move through them as the pink light slowly shifts from east until it turns into a golden warmth settling into everything.
That face shows an individual who, though she embodies the strengths and joys and secret power of all the Bough women before her, knows her own moves that she invented and nobody else can quite match.
That face displays resolve. She’s already set her intention, and she wants to be sure that I know that my role is to facilitate, not to interfere.
That face knows how to meet trouble head-on. Pepper Doople, Intergalactic Pirate Par Excellence, isn’t running from anything. Space bandits? Bring ’em on! Space patrols? Let ’em try! Meteors? Asteroids? Dark matter? We’re up for anything!
Ok. Maybe dark matter is too much even for the bravest space pirate. That face shows contemplation of mysteries that creep into even the simplest game of make-believe.
That face brings joy to everyone around her, every day, through jokes, laughter, games, and hugs.
That face reveals the secret personal mission that Cypress has set for herself: Who needs cheering up today? Who can I make happy?
That face shows a girl who’s learned that the best way to be truly happy is to bring joy to those around you.
That face reveals a child who’s learned that, as fun as happiness is, there’s more to life than being happy.
There’s good food, too!
That’s the face you see when your great aunts are some of the best cooks ever! Chicken stir-fry? Oh, nano!
Look at this face!
Now this face belongs to a teen who’s decided it’s wise to keep his rebel spirit under wraps when he’s at high school.
At least, mostly under wraps!
And this face? This face, which belongs to young geek and park boy Anderson, makes this Simmer think, “Oh, the genetics! Think of generation 10!”
That face reminds me that the decision isn’t mine to make. Cypress, like all the Boughs before her, will be the one to determine the course and timing of all the aspects of her life, even her love life!
Look at that face.
At the end of the day, that face is the face of a child, loved and treasured, respected and guided, cherished for who she is. Before we know it, she’ll be grown, and we’ll be searching her face for traces of that little girl’s face that revealed who she was when all she had was a single trait and a child’s firm intention.