Once upon a time there was a girl who loved stories and her name was Harmony.
Harmony loved stories so much that her Grandmother began writing them, just for her. She wrote stories about silly things, like ponies made of ice cream that never melted. Harmony laughed when the ponies were chased by two mad scientists who could never prove their existence and went crazy trying. In the end, the mad scientists gave up trying to prove the ponies existed—and the ponies let them move in with them.
Of all the stories I write, the ones I like best are the stories I write for Harmony, my daughter Alicia’s eldest daughter. She is a joy and a light to anyone who knows her. She is kind to strangers, loving to her family, an eternal optimist and an incredibly intelligent child.
Harmony has many unique, brilliant things that make her lovable. She cares deeply for Alannah, her little sister, and shows her the way through the passages of childhood and growing up. She loves her mother and is quite protective of her. She loves to grow plants, make arts and crafts, draw freehand, and read. She reads so well!
There are many things in life that I do, trying my best doing each one. But being with Harmony is effortless. We can do anything—anything—and it’s easy. We cuddle on the couch, read or watch TV and it’s beautiful.
Every Friday, I go to pick her up from school and volunteer in her classroom (or Alannah’s) for one hour. Harmony greets me with a big hug, so happy to see me. Last time I went, her new teacher asked her to introduce me to her class. Harmony stood up tall and held my hand.
“This is my Grandma. She’s a Christian and she was a teacher. She loves to read and she says, ‘Reading is power!’”
I stood in front of those second graders, tears in my eyes and a big smile. It might have been one of the proudest moments I have ever had in my whole life.
|Harmony and her 2nd Grade Teacher, Mr. Mike|
Happy Birthday, Harmony! I love you and I’m so proud of you!