Through my girls and for them—
Saturday mornings sitting in honey-colored light with Fin.
The way it feels when she places her hands on me.
Catching a smile break across Briar’s face.
Hearing the laughter that erupts when they romp.
Watching Fin “ballereting.”
Listening to Briar read.
Watching Avery across the yard as she works with Sean.
Understanding that they are who matter.
Rising to the moment to be worthy of them.
Perching on the periphery of childhood.
Finding new ways to make them laugh.
When I look outward it can be grueling, but a 1/4 turn toward my girls and I am reminded of hope, possibility and the kind of love that anchors in my marrow.
And so I turn. And I love. And I heal.
Categories: Love
They make it all worth it.
So sweet, such good reminders. You should print this out and stick it on your refrigerator. 🙂
lovely
we all need our girls to remind us of fleeting sparkly moments. Grasp them (the moments and the girls). I cling to mine desperately and she’s still a baby. I shudder to think how I’ll cope when she’s running confidently on a parallel path.
Amen.