Tonight I laid awake for a long time. I went into my daughter's bedroom and watched her sleep. I saw the deep shadows and the midnight glow. She did not stir.
I went because the nights are numbered, and I do not know the count.
8.27.2007
Nearly full
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Catching my breath with the beauty of it all.
yes, yes!
(and i don't want to know the count...i only hope it's a number larger than i dreamed possible)
waaaaaah. that makes me weepy.
Oh, goodness. This one hurts it's so good.
Last night one of my girls would not stop crying. I thought of you, your wise words, and relished every single second as she stared up and into my eyes, seeking something only I could offer.
For the first time, honestly, I actually felt like a mom. Like I was not only needed, but I served, and felt her thanking me with her eyes.
thank you so much for your beautiful blog.
jewish tradition teaches us to number our days so that we should use each one to its fullest. it seems as though you were using even the nights...
This is so very beautiful but somewhat sad too. The nights are numbered.
Lovely blog you have here. Glad to have found it today.
Speaking as a mom, but also as someone who has lost someone very close, this post strikes a deep chord. Your words are poetry.
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