It's one of those things that are so simple, yet you don't want to give it up for the world.
"Don't worry, you'll do fine. I won't let go till you're ready."
Penelope looked at me, her nine year old face set in what she clearly thought as determination.
It was like she was going to go ahead without me.
She was so much like her mother.
We started slowly, barely moving at a walk, then slowly sped up to my normal stride. A moment or two later, she looked at me and said in her bell-like voice "I'm ready, Daddy!"
I let go of her hand and watched as she flickered out of existence beside me and faded back into view a few feet away. She started to jump up and down in that excited way that young girls have when they do something really cool. She ran back towards me, jumping into the air and letting me catch her in a hug, twirling her around.
"You did it, sweetheart! Way to go!"
What, did you think this was her riding a bike without training wheels? Come on, she's nine and the daughter of Cole Turner and Phoebe Halliwell. Nothing is normal in this family.
It was the first manifestation of her powers, being able to shimmer short distances, a throwback to my half-demon nature, just as Wyatt and Chris had tricks from both halves of their parents.
Paul was with his mother, practicing control over his empathic powers. So it was just me and Daddy's Little Girl today.
And she just did me proud.
It was interesting, that while I couldn't access the powers that used to be mine myself, I could use my daughter's ability and guide it, allowing us to travel larger distances quickly.
It was like I was her training wheels for this power, helping her till she was familiar and comfortable enough to do it alone.
She was growing up so fast. I remember holding her in my arms when she was little. Both she and Paul had been small, no more than 3 lbs each. But they both had the iron will that caused their mother and me to butt heads from time to time.
Penelope had almost crawled out on her own, like she was eager to join her brother.
It's so odd, watching them grow. I can't help but wonder if this was what it was like for my parents.
She starts pulling my hand, trying to get me to snap out of my thoughts.
"Let's go show Mommy!"
Popping in on Phoebe would be fun.
I haven't done that in years, since I lost my powers..
This was going to be like old times, seeing her slight surprise as I appear out of nowhere.
Taking her hand, I begin to lead us out.
"What do you say we stop and get some flowers first sweetheart?"
I hear France has lovely gardens this time of year.