Hope and necessary ghosts...

There was something different in the air yesterday. As I went through my day, my thoughts, as they often do, went back to you, and my heart felt a lightness that it hadn't before, and a deeper certainty, as though you were growing closer to me. It was almost as though, somewhere across the sea, you had begun to build the boat that would carry you home to my arms.

There was also a sadness, too, as is so often the case when we begin in earnest a new chapter in our lives, as we must close the former one and leave behind all of the possibilities that never were. The weight of them, of their ghosts, can be heavy as they pass, even if the future is brighter than they could have been.

So, glad as I am that you are moving towards me, I also wish that I could hold you in my arms, and protect you from the inevitable pain that is a part of all great adventures. You will always have my words, my love, and my support. I love you, my sweet girl, and I will be right here, now and always.