If Wishes Were Fishes...

Lord, I wish You had given me the opportunity to know my daughter. Marty was on a "just like you" kick tonight at bedtime, you know, "my eyes are just like yours," "I believe in magic, just like you," etc. He stumped me when he said, "But who is Sissy like, you or Daddy?"

I quickly recovered and answered, "She's like both of us, just like you."

But would she have been? Would she have my love of myth and magic, or been more concrete like Daddy? Who would she have been? For that matter, who is she? Does she like horses, like I did at her age? Who is locked away in that tower called "Ellie"? And Lord, why didn't You let me know her?