Photo by Daria Obymaha on Pexels.com Sinking lips into your tiny round cheeks, I'm home. Holding your tiny head to my heart, caressing my chin to your downy baby 'chicken fluff' we'll come to call it later, I'm home. Taking in your baby magic scent, I'm home. Pressing nose to nose, forehead to forehead, staring wide-eyed into each other's eyes, I'm home. Toting little bum and dangling legs around my middle, I'm home. Filled with purpose as you point where to go, what you see, I'm home. Your eyes, new windows to a world I thought I knew, I'm home. Holding you with fever, picking you up when you fall, I'm home. Navigating the years between, boxes of your firsts, every paint brush and pen stroke a miracle, I'm home. Saving pottery penguins, turtles, shiny red roses, a burrito with all the fixings immortalized in clay, I'm home. Kid sister fruit and craft stand on the corner, change clinking in coin purse, mag
Your friend is lucky! Funny I first read as the angel's name being World Angel and the courage required being facing the angle. Then I read it as the Angel being our ally in finding courage to face the world. There is something to my first (mis)understanding. It takes courage to face an angel, the mirror of our own radiance. Beautiful, beautiful angel. Fear not!
ReplyDeleteSo funny! I just laughed spitting coffee out all over when I read this. Yes, the title doesn't let you do italics. I guess I could have put in quotes for clarity, but glad I didn't!! Thanks for sharing your perception, because that was actually really powerful! So hard to face our own radiance! I think this might be even more apt to the situation for my little friend! Thank you for bringing this to light. Funny though that I had to read your comment a couple times before I got it too, because you had angle written in there for angel, which took me down even one more road of thought, looking at things from different angles! This was so fun with you!! Thanks!
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