Isabella rose the next morning when her face was warmed by the sun shining through the window.  She sat up and stretched, then lazily walked to the window to see what the day looked like.  She gasped, then laughed when she saw her father on his morning run.  She put her palms on the glass and watched him, feeling like the little girl she had been when he had first started running in the mornings.  She could almost see the clouded spots on the glass where she pressed her forehead to see him run by.<br/><br/>She showered and dressed, pulling her hair into a ponytail.  She slipped on a white short-sleeved linen blouse and khaki shorts.  Socks and tennis shoes, a little chap stick, and she was ready to greet the day.  She trotted down in time to meet her father at the foot of the stairs.  “Good morning, Daddy,” she said, kissing his cheek.  “Did you sleep well?  You seem to be moving better.  I saw you out my window.  Remember how I used to do that and you would wave to me when you went by?”<br/><br/>They sat at the bar and she made Huevos Rancheros for the two of them.  She gave her father a plate, then sat down next to him.  “Ready for a day of fishing?” she asked, grinning. “It’s going to be the perfect day for sailing.”<br/><br/><br/>