Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Today, I knew.
I want to write about today, because it meant something.
Today I knew.
I drove, the excitement at seeing her bringing tears to my eyes.
I finally admitted it: I've missed her on these long days.
More than that, I know now that I love this.
I tried to fight it for so long, thinking I should be more.
But I shouldn't.
This, right here, is it.
Today, I walked, with her small hand in mine.
We talked, laughed, we looked at the world and its people.
("What's her name, Mummy?" "I don't know." "We should ask her.")
("The postie didn't wave to me, Mummy. Now I feel sad.")
That cloudy feeling, it lingered in my head for longer than I cared to admit.
It hid me.
I've missed my little girl.
I missed me, too.
Today, though, I knew.
I knew, and I smiled. I breathed.
Posted at 7:00 PM