to my daughter
February 5, 2016 § 4 Comments
Hands in your hair and only minutes from goodbye, I was mindlessly patterning a braid this morning when we fell down a rabbit hole into a story.
I love these casual outpourings. Much like the confetti of broken treasures you used to covet in your pockets, clues to your days discovered in the wash, these snippets of humor and heart are my favorite minutes together.
The teacher who taught a lesson on kindness and empathy with a tender childhood memory; the boy who tested mature language with a misshapen compliment; witty one-liners and curious critiques of superficial nonsense. Fragments of whimsy and philosophical musings freckled with questions and certainties.
Colorful bits with imperfect edges, words that tumble over one another and long thoughtful pauses with dramatic performances. Prisms of personality that capture your light in your telling.
Love, Mom
scribblechic 
I love rabbit holes…Alice ‘knew’ what she was doing, even if not consciously Marie 🙂
Getting lost with someone you love is the shortest route to finding your way.
Beautifully said wise lady, in more ways than one 🙂
Thank you, Mark.