nothing.

Nothing is too big or small, wide or long, or far or near for the child who thinks there are castles in the clouds. For the child that cooks pancakes out of mud, makes you a Play-Doh necklace, or runs around the house in a Superman cape and his underwear. For the child that tells you when they grow up, they are going to be a doctor, a vet, a teacher, AND an astronaut. For the child that tells you the stars aren't too far. For the child that tells you the truth when no one else will. For the child that loves you when no one else will. For the child that thinks you walk on water, can do no wrong, and loves everything you cook even when its instant something-or-other. Nothing is too complicated for the child that climbs trees after school, jumps in puddles, and regards an umbrella as nothing, but a distraction to an incredibly awesome miracle: rain. Nothing is too difficult, too impossible, or too out-of-reach for the child that is loved from every side.

Nothing is too great for the heart and imagination of a child.

Nothing.