Now that I’m in my second year of my blog, the person I was last year visits this year through Facebook Memories. Sometimes she’s very different but sometimes the same. And sometimes somewhere in the middle. I still struggle to be “in the present” sometimes but I try hard every day. We can’t be our “present selves” without being our “past selves” also. They just need to learn to play nice together.
I traveled back in time last night.
Just for a moment.
Where everything flowed freely in my mind and body. No ugly fears or visions jumped out in front of my mind’s train, driving it to a screeching halt.
I just was there. I just was.
I playfully chased Miriam through the apartment with a warm washcloth to wipe her sticky hands and face. This wild blonde blur ran to take refuge with her Daddy in our bed. I attacked with the little blue square of terrycloth and sweet smelling coconut soap. She fought me, with a smile.
She wiped her own face
and hands,
her arms,
her feet,
her knees.
“Daddy, you wipe your face!” Daddy draped the washcloth over his face and Miriam burst into
surprising,
innocent,
crystal clear laughter.
She pulled the washcloth off, exposing Daddy’s face. I hadn’t seen this face in a long time.
His…
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atoptheferriswheel 
This is beautiful. I’m so glad you had this dream. I know that living in the aftermath of the loss of Noah will never end. I wish you moments of this in your waking hours. ❤️
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