A little girl wanting to draw. A long lost sister (or two). A husband wearing my glasses and playing baritone ukulele. A new kind of smile with deeper lines in the eyes. A new song to sing. A relationship deepening. Discovery of different espresso beans. Enriching of the heart. Being home. Holding hands with your father and never wanting to let go. Feeling the comfort of your husband. Being so proud of your growing little girl.
Being a sister and not a mother. Realizing your strength over and over and over again. Allowing yourself to sleep for hours. Trusting your family with your daughter. Trusting your community with your secrets. Calling out truths loud and clear and accepting nothing else. Allowing everyone a mood or two and the quiet to feel them. Breathing. In and Out and In and Out and In and Out.
Hurrah for this family of friends.
so proud of you and all the work you're doing. <3
ReplyDeleteYou're an amazing young woman. We are lucky to have you in our midst.
ReplyDeleteKeep writing Anne. Your writing washes everything clean, a huge storm, and gentle shower, a sinkful of warm, soapy water with my hands so grateful for the task of dishes on a cold morning. Keep writing Anne. Keep telling your truth and celebrating your life. I love it.
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