Kids love full houses. Voices. And people. And playing. Laughing. Games and big tables. Snacks and treats.
Maybe it’s the hardest part. The one that says, on a daily basis, it’s just the two of us.
Just him and me.
And seeing him missing something. The people. The voices. The fun. The funny part of life. Missing his friends as soon as we are back home. Missing his grand-parents as soon as they are back home.
When I feel down, I feel guilty.
But some days are good. Some days are even great fun. Just the two of us.
But I know he is in need of something more. So we go out. And spend days with family. And we meet people. And I try not to feel blue too often, or at least leave the blues for later. When he is in bed. And I remember the chance we have to be where we are.
Just the knowledge that it is true. The way I feel and the way I deal with life. The growing confidence.
I believe there is nothing to understand. Just to be and appreciate the chance we have to walk side by side on the road of our lives.
We will never know where it takes us. It can be scary at times. And yet I choose to focus on the good and forget the rest.
I can tell that I knew deep down that this day would come. I spent years searching for myself in the ruins of my past, so that when you will step inside my space, I coud be free to let you come and surprise me.
And if I have doubts or fears some days, I look within as I know it’s there that all the answers are.
Loving you is like a crazy firework enchanting my every day life!