I never want to leave her.
Even when I am befuddled or bemused with the ocular observation of her or when the presence of the other is found vexing – be it shared or asynchronous witness.
…It’s late, and I’m watching a beautiful being sleep.
She deserves a walking peace to match the weight of her blissful slumber.
Calm. Restorative. Feminine.
She gives every drop of herself to those important to her.
She would give all to the world.
She will.
My prayer is that I be a facilitator of her peace.
An instigator of her success.
A pillar she is supported.
Love isn’t a strong enough word. 💚
I pray,
“Let me not be a hinderance to her peace when I’m not a source of it.
Let me clearheaded and wiser self prevail internally at any conflict.
Lead me in my roles that I paint inspiring memories in the minds of our children.”
It’s odd to me that I never want to leave a room she’s in.
It’s odd my commitment to this manner of speak. The irony of writing so eloquently and melodiously yet gracefully scribing with mastered thumbs dancing across a glowing technological marvel – a trinket I count myself far too dependent on, truth be told.