Its early. The kid and I are in our PJs. Quiet wood surrounds us both in the kitchen while morning sun blazes through the window on to her face. “Are you making a mess?”, I inquire. A mouthful of yogurt and all is silent save for The Cowboy Junkies Sweet Jane on the radio. She answers, “Yep” and I start to cry because of a beauty that would render an atheist silent on the subject of angels. That, and the gnawing, heartsick suggestion that I would ever be without her. Friend, nobody is ready for that.
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Just beautiful.
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I do miss those mornings. But I like what I have and where I am right now. This morning Abi (age 6) and I (older than that) are sitting on the couch eating pancakes together talking about whether Anakin was right to take such drastic revenge on the Sand-people in Episode Two after his mother died. Fun family Sunday morning breakfast talk! There is an audible click when your daughter flips back and forth from sweet innocence to inquisitive almost-grown-up. Sadly, Daddies aren’t allowed to know where that switch is.
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