Something to hear, something to see, something to smell, something to taste, something to touch, or something to know....
Something to be thankful for.
Tonight I lay with with my girl, our first born, our gatherer, our lady of the Spring, as she fought the battle to sleep. Tonight, she had reason to be a little unsettled, a little busy in her mind. Tomorrow is her first day at school. As I lay there, silent and still beside her, I thought about her and us and the changes she has guided us through. I thought about the brevity of those years that she has been at home with me and the journey ahead of us. I thought about how from tomorrow things will be a little different, how our family orbit will shift. I held her, as I did that first night, and a tear gathered in the corner of my eye.
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