My Angel and Hers

Angela,

Seeing you gaze into you precious daughter’s face touches my heart.  When you look at the sweet gift in your hands and you know, somehow you just know that this child, this tiny piece of the infinite universe is much more than just another person. She is an extension of yourself. She is and always will be a part of you no matter what happens from now through all of eternity. That moment when you hold her in your arms and cradle her so gently and securely,  and she feels so perfect and you know she is. Those moments when you talk to her as no-one else does. Those private seconds when you are alone with her and you whisper how much you love her and just how beautiful she is in every way. Those tiny buttery soft feet, the delicate fingers and toes and that face that breaks your heart every time you look at it. The perfection in the infinite design. All so beautiful and fragile.

This child is you. This person is like no other in your life. You have a bond with her beyond compare.

Angela, I hold those moments deep in my heart, and I feel them still as I look at you. I want you to know that I felt them for the very first time as I held you, just the way you are holding her right now. I said to you “Welcome to the world Angie. It’s a crazy, beautiful, scary world sometimes, but don’t worry, it’s going to be okay. You are the most precious thing in the world to me and I will always love you. I love everything about you my sweet child.” 

Thank you for sharing this moment with me and reminding me how special you are to me.
 I love you Angie.

                       Dad

Brainwave

Brainwave

I am alive although I’m silent, I am breathing without sound.

My heart beats with a muffle. My brain waves with a smile, hello

Jkf

3/25/14

Tis

Tis

I sit. Sitting, not waiting.

So much waiting is sitting.

All my breath while sitting. Not waiting.

Breathing, not thinking.

All my thoughts now sitting, not thinking.

I am. Am I?

Jkf

3/25/14