| For Brittney I sometimes wake in the middle of the night.. and slip into her room. just to take a look. She lies curled up.. one arm thrown over the edge of the bed. the other next to her face.. and I know her thumb was in her mouth not very long ago. one of the few habits from babyhood she has held on to When she is awake she's rarely ever still like she is as she sleeps. She races across the lawn chasing invisible butterflies. She follows me around with nonstop chatter She giggles and converses with friends.. Real and imaginary.. and she dances with the freedom of childhood abandondment. I watch her at play.. and am awed by her joy for every new day she looks up as though she knows I'm watching and grins. that sweet toothless grin that seems to come with seven year olds. and I want time to stand still ..right that instant and my heart just aches.. for I know it won't be much longer that she will be the child she is.. but a young woman.. she grows more fiercly independant everyday. and this is why I stand here in the middle of the night. to see that thumb that has just popped out of her mouth.. that sign of babyhood that I want to cling to She is perfection to me. and I whisper a silent prayer of thankfullness to God for this gift.. my miracle.. my child. |
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