I’ve had so much to say but when I sit in front of this keyboard, blank.
This human experience is a varied, shifting continuum…and I lack the appropriate words.
Last night, Olivia needed Keith and I. She vocalized it with her usual howler monkey calls, so we pulled her into bed with us.
We, three, have such sacred moments together.
Where there are no words, there is rhythmic breathing. There is safety.
There is wholly being present, because Olivia demands that type of attentiveness.
She strips Keith and I bare, emotionally and physically, but in that depletion, what’s left is love.
And that is everything.
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