Today was the day that was predicted to be the one during which I would first meet my beautiful little girl. I wont say it was supposed to be or should have been the day, because I know today and the last months played out exactly correctly. They brought what was right for me. And I know THAT because they happened how they happened.Today shes about 3 months into her debut in my life, co-starring at center stage. In the time she has been tangibly in front of me, instead of inside me, Ive seen that what IS, not what could have been is best to soak in. Its brighter. On the contrary, the darkness I have or create, I regret, especially with the ones close to me, Eric, McKell, Tim... and Judson. But I wont stay there in the dark. Ironically, I sit here in the dim. small silent tears that carry big emotion, trace my gaze thats steadily locked on what I hold in my arms, my angel. Like those tears, my baby is my small, silent (currently) carrier of astronomic love, and she has been here for 87 days instead of 1. A Sometimes spotty, rough 87, and more preceding that 87, has brought a sharp focus, untouched by shadow.She is light. How could there have been darkness leading to her? My complicated doubts and fears are her opposite. Theres so much simplicity and love in and about her being here. Im turning. To what we are surrounded by, the light. Reflecting it, showing it to her, but mostly soaking it in.
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 09:26:25 +0000
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