After school she comes skipping over into our front dirt (soon to be lawn), "Hi, Hazel!!" They, especially Hazel, flock to her like pigeons to crackers. She indulges them to no end. She steps carefully and seriously into their make believe world and hangs on each make believe word. She is Hope.
After a long day of first grade drudgery (we're learning that 1st grade is NOT kindergarten)---there is always Hope. After being shooed one to many times by a mother who's hands are tied in laundry folds, dish soap and weed beds--there is always Hope. Hope sprinkles glitter and places little horse figures around your front yard fairy houses while you are away at the beach.
Hope leaves individualized boxes of treasure for you hiding in the Wisteria. Hope has sweetened the deal. I wish there was a Hope for everyone.
There is also hope for my marriage to Dr. Gooch, because this Hope babysits then walks home.