To just be there.
To run my bike down the hill and hear her screaming "Nice shoes, Mommy!" from behind.
To have nice shoes.
To see him in front of me, hair going wild beneath the helmet, bike a little big, jeans as well.
To push the swing and share some chocolate when everyone else is eating sliced apples.
To go home before the rain falls and make dinner and do a little homework and draw for a while.
To be there.
To be around.
That's pretty much all I want.
And I wonder.
Why is that?
Who is that?
How did it happen?
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Thank you for getting inside my brain and writing the post that had been knocking around in there. Love this.
Thank you. Thank you so much. And it is good to know that I'm in such great company, feeling this way.
You sound like you are in a good place.
I am. Albeit a sleepy and a little overworked one at the moment...
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