I wish for my daughter, who is 20 this year, to grow into the ability to make her own joy. My bookish girl comes alive in the embrace of family. She is a sensitive soul and prefers kindness to confrontation. Those traits go under appreciated in the world and while I hope for universal peace, I realize humans are flawed and tend to self interest so that ideal is unlikely. What is likely is taking life as it comes once we learn to find beauty in the mundane, to carve small hollows of joy in those dark spaces we all traverse from time to time. That her happiness not be dependent on someone or thing other than herself because she is enough.