Today I have a conflicting and heavy heart making this post. Today is my daughter, Zoey’s 3rd birthday. While it’s a time of celebration, I felt a little weird posting photos of Zoey in light of the recent acts of senseless violence. It’s been emotional in our household. My husband and I have engaged in endless discussions about race. We have also sat in silence for hours as we watch/read the news and the world’s response to it. I don’t have answers or anything unique to say. It’s easy for me to fear what the world will be like as Zoey gets older. I worry about the conversations we will need to have. I even worry about how others will treat her, being biracial. I only hope I can teach her the words of 1 Peter 4:8, to love each other deeply…above all. To be kind. To speak when she sees injustice. To be a witness. To see the beauty in diversity. To seek truth and understanding. To love humanity. To love love.
For today, I want Zoey to just be a toddler. To continue to be strong willed, pure, sweet and goofy…and to especially enjoy the thrill of bubbles and sunshine. We welcome the year of our threenager.