We spent a lot of time together after that first meeting. I just
couldn’t see enough of you. It made my day brighter just seeing your face. I
got to know you a lot better, what you liked and didn’t like, what you thought
was fun and what put you to sleep. I know I made you fall asleep on more than
one occasion. I noticed after a while that you’d started doing things that I did.
It was amazing how much we learned from and influenced each other. You taught
me patience, and calm, and how to have fun. You showed me how to appreciate the
small things. Having you in my life changed it irrevocably.
I was so desperately afraid to lose you. It seemed like
anything at all could snatch you away from me, and I knew that if you were gone
it would break me. Sometimes I would stay awake all night just worrying about
it. Time went on, and you grew out your hair and wore different clothes, and
you still stuck around. So after a while I wasn’t quite so scared. Not quite.
Things didn’t always go smoothly between us, and I’ll be the
first to admit that. You shouted at me quite a bit, and I’m ashamed to say that
I shouted right back. Sometimes you were stubborn beyond all reason, and other
times you just plain baffled me. Sometimes it was really hard to understand
you, and so a whole day went by with everyone being grumpy. One time you even
bit me. Ouch
Still, we always worked it out in the end. I could never
stay angry at you for long, and though sometimes I would get fed up with you
and need some time on my own, it was never very long before I started missing
you. I loved you, and you loved me, and we were inseparable. I was so happy.
Things are a bit different now. You had study, and work, and
friends, and everything else that comes with having your own life. You didn’t
have much time to spend on me anymore. But I loved you, and you seemed happy,
so what could I do but encourage you, even if my heart was slowly breaking.
Suddenly you moved away, and despite my best efforts, contact just… stopped. I
haven’t heard from you in years.
I hope you’re doing well, and I hope you’re happy, whatever
you’re doing now. I don’t know if you’ll
get this, and I don’t know that you’ll read it if you do. But I wanted you to
know that even now, anything I can give you I would do so happily, and no
matter what happens I will always, always love you.
My darling baby Bella-bear, my one and only doozy of a daughter.
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