This love

These two women share something. I'm not sure it can be put in words but there's something. They seem to 'get' each other. My mother, my daughter. These souls seem similar. I sometimes get this odd thought; I feel as though I am parenting, raising, my mother. 

Whenever we are together, no matter how many others are with us, they are together. And amongst it all somehow they often appear to be alone, as a pair. Their own little planet in orbit. 

They discuss, they decide, they disagree. They dawdle, they doodle, they dream. They do.

I love it. I nurture it, this relationship, I adore each of them and it brings me happiness, in that deepest part of me, that they adore each other.