tree climbing...

some trees just beg to be climbed
this one cradled me like a baby

I needed this...

rewrite

~ i hear the sounds of someone trying not to make a sound ~

this is what i think when my daughter cries, holding her breath as she pushes that emotion down as deep as it will go, when i announce to her that i am too unwell to attend the plans for that day.

this is not a slight of her character, just the evidence of the burden she bares at seeing me, watching my face droop with the pain, i am feeling that moment.

i close my eyes and concentrate on breathing, but in between each breath i can hear the hushed voices, the tissues that wipe away tears and the footsteps that lighten around me.

this is a scene that i cannot rewrite.

Happy New Year!

This is how I brought in the new year. My hubs shot this picture while I was asleep this morning...it was pretty cold and obviously Baxter thought so too ^..^ hee hee