to my daughter

July 31, 2014 § Leave a comment

Today I am marveling at the mystery of time; days that stretch endlessly, then disappear, lost to fleeting years. Like grains of sand that drift between water and wind, it seems impossible to preserve the very minutes that accumulate into years.

Tomorrow is your tenth birthday. Despite the simple math and surety of the date, this fact of numbers feels implausible to my every sensibility. Your own uncomplicated and humble requests for the day seem to invite denial and so I am bewildered by the fiction of reality.

There are no grand expectations or overly choreographed celebrations to differentiate the days, only family and a single friend to mark the milestone. Simple traditions and home.

Everything and nothing tied in heartstrings and candlelit wishes.

With only hours separating the years, I am counting memories in place of minutes. Tallying the impossible to preserve a moment.

Love, Mom


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