Content

is something that I am not.  Ever.

But my girl, she is a different story.

She has a drive that is unfathomable to me.  She endures more obstacles that one human might be able to endure, sometimes I think, even more than one should endure, but somehow she does it with grace and more often than not, joy.

I don't understand her at all.  She is truly wonderfully made.  All the right pieces, in just the right amounts.

Today, our girl completed first grade.

It is quite amazing when you think about it.   She has moved mountains to be here.  And yet, she is content.

I don't really understand it.  She has this drive that Matt and I both have, but in Ivey it is amplified to indescribable amounts.  She gracefully moves through the moments, working so hard, striving to be more than she was the day before, yet somehow, in each moment she is content.

She is content in the moment.  And somehow, in her contentment, she pushes further.  She wants more for herself; she expects more from us.

There is a lesson there that only Ivey can share.