Love.
Friday, April 17, 2015
I sent this child off to Waldron Island to harvest seaweed. We fell asleep watching Sherlock last night. There is nothing like having a child you've sent out in the world come back for a visit. Nothing like it.
Before this was taken, we'd had a session at the gym and after a yoga class. I got to introduce her to my buddies. I fed her a big breakfast. I slipped a few bills in her pocket. Never ends, does it? That mix of pride and worry and tremendous love.
Love.
Love.
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No. None of it ever ends.
She is beautiful.
Isn't she? And funny and wise and delightful.
True enough. It's a good thing it never ends! Yes, she's lovely.
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