We posed for this picture, our heads tilted in. I felt the soft press of your curls. You moved closer, touching head to head.
I treasure that day. Another adventure in the woods! A gift of a daughter, who tenderly loves our son.
What a treasure you are! Appearing in flesh and blood. A curly haired beauty, a daughter, a friend.
Completion--what happens in a marrriage to the right person. It makes letting go of the son a joy--as in putting in the final piece of the puzzle.
ReplyDeleteYES. Mother and daughter, you couldn't have said it better.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to read your next post.