Pure and Simple at Six

Her name means "pure", like her heart of gold, desiring to see the good, choosing to do the right.  Six years have grown her into that girl who when others push and shove, she chooses to stand back and then embrace.  When others get excited and declare "me first", she is silent and waits with contentment. When others are loud and let harsh voices slip, she gently reminds to use honeycomb words. 

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. 

She moves through her given days with eyes wide open, seeing Him in the buttercup petals and in the power of the ocean breeze.  And she talks with ease of how He is here while we eat lunch and while we walk the cobbled way.

Why does the passing of time tend to make us more near-sighted? How do I at thirty-five open my eyes wider?

She turned six and announced that "it was the best day ever" in spite of stuck-on candied apples and others claiming "me first".  And when the candles were blown and the cake was cut, she served each treasured guest, and then sat among them, and enjoyed the last piece.