Here is a daughter as marvelous as glittering gems, fleeting as the passing of the seasons yet still, like the stars in the heavens, fixed in her foundation.

With her comes the joy of a bright summer day. It begins with the breaking of dawn following an ominous night, subtle at first glimpse, like a solitary candle in the wilderness. Those who harken to it become stricken with hope; hope of a good only but a blessed few know. Steadily it waxes and matures to a soft summer morning until…