I have so much to be thankful for.
But can you see the sorrow?
I adore Nathan with eyes of love and eyes of pain.
There is no happiness without a tinge of sorrow.
Like a little cream in my coffee...it permeates every drop.
There is no true happiness anymore.
No unadulterated joy.
No laughter with abandon.
No sparkling moment.
Without a tinge of sorrow.
No happy conversation.
No fireworks in the sky.
No earthy fragrance of growing tomatoes.
Without a wish to share this moment with my girl.
No decorated bicycle.
No friendly interlude.
No sound of baby laughter.
Without her in my mind.
Her absence is so palpable.
So much a part of me.
My love and my sorrow. My tears and my joy. Intertwined and constant.
My daughter. Ever present. Always.