| Bekahbrunstetter January 26 | I watch a video of my daughter taking some of her first steps towards her babysitter, not me, it should be me, yes I WAS there to see her few first tiny ones, but now she's really doing it and I'm not there, I am here, but still she walks, and its like someone scooped my heart out like the inside of a bagel, scraping at the sides, I should be there and I'm not. But then it gets filled with the cream cheese of Knowing that she's fine, and growing, and I'll be home soon. I cry and I watch it again. | | | |
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