since she got home from school on friday i've barely seen her - she popped in yesterday to change her shoes on her way to the ferry with a group of friends. watching her swish in, kiss me, pat the kitty and toss a few fond words to Leo and Mayonnaise - her fish - i wanted to grab her and hold her close to me on the sofa while i read her stories, or rub her back for hours like a once did. oh, but she looked so happy and beautiful - and she hugged me tightly and told me she loved me before she was gone again.
she and i have grown together; traveled together; lost and mourned together; created a life together. as he slowly joined us, we made a trio of integrated parts - a small whole. she is gradually branching off and i am watching her, puffed with pride and grateful beyond measure. every now and then, though, when she slips back into my arms as her little girl self, my heart sings and everything feels just right.
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