I raise my painter's brush.
Sparkling orbs bearing a new and pure soul, untarnished by the learning of men, or the ideals of the world.
Her eyes are an open door into a fresh new mind, a blank page ready to be written on. To be painted with beautiful knowlege.
I will do my best not to harm this fresh new soul.
I will fill the pages of her mind with a beautiful painting of knowlege and curiosity.
Brightly colored, always changing and growing.
I hope that one day she will learn to take the brush in her hands, and use it to paint something that people will not soon forget.
I raise my painters brush, and begin.