Saturday, April 24, 2010
i have to teach her that sometimes people don't mean what they say, that there are people who will stand by their warped perceptions of the way in which their world works and that you have to know yourself well enough to not let it make you crazy. because another person's crazy is contagious. and it can fester and ripen and slowly build while you're busy picking your heels out of rugs, so focused on the stray threads that you don't even realize there is a gaping wide hole inches away waiting for you to fall in.
but then there is this:
there is breakfast, hearts in bread filled with eggs and fresh coffee steaming between the love we never take for granted. there is our family, always on our side with love and support and honesty, the three most important intangibles to pass down from one generation to the next. there is finn's first full sentence "i like cookies" and her seemingly misplaced inflections that actually make me think she sees things that i don't and i better start listening a little bit better.
there is the painstaking love that seeps out of every pore of my body when she sleeps and i stand over her, watching her breath in and out and in and out, kneeling down next to her so that i can count every eyelash and whisper love into her hair and make sure she has enough of my love there with her when she sleeps to scare away the owl that bit her foot in her very first articulated nightmare.
there is the belief that even if i don't deserve perfect happiness, she does. and that hers is still so intrinsically tied up with mine that i better get to working on it asap.
Posted by krista at 4:57 PM