I held her against my chest, the flesh of my flesh. My cheek lay against her golden curls as we rocked back and forth to the music, deep in our temporary autonomous zone. I sang softly into her ear as I felt her drift off to sleep, felt those thick eyelashes against my collarbone as they blinked their last blinks of the day. Our hearts beat together, as they did before she was born, and my love for her was the most pure and simple thing in the universe. At nearly five years of age, she's still my little girl. She's not too big to pick up and dance with yet. She's not old enough to hate me or to yell horrible things at me after I've denied her some privilege. She's sweet, she's free, she's without a care in the world. She's my future, our future.

I simply can't think of anything more beautiful and poignant to say than that. This ramshackle family, my wonderful concoction... you both mean the world to me. Although I can only currently dance with one of you, words cannot describe how much I ache to combine again and dance together for the rest of our lives.

Life throws us curve balls, and no one is perfect, but you're all I have. You're the concrete things in my life, you're the ones that mean the most. You'll always be, and have, my heart.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Sunday, June 04, 2006.