My friend has been bugging me for the past year to start a post on the going-ons of A, my daughter who was born with severe life threatening food allergies. I have given her every excuse on why blogging is just not for me but, the truth is, I'm just too TIRED. Today I had a conversation with my girl that kinda sorta changed my mind-at least enough to start this entry. It was a simple exchange...really too simple to even call a conversation but it reminded me of how short my time with her is and how much it will mean to us to have some memories penned in so that not every recollection will be a tangle of fabrication with strands of reality. I want a space to remember. Remember her. Remember me. Remember us.
So this is the reason...
Cupping her face in my hands, I said, "A, do you know that these are the best years of my life?"
And she replied, "Thanks."
Thus begins the journey of many more midnight memories.
LOVE it! Keep writing Bora, you are so gifted with your words!
ReplyDeletethanks cindy! and you are so gifted in, what seems like, ALL things!
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