Solace...

I spent most of yesterday with a broken heart, grieving over loss, if in different senses, of two of the most important people in my world. It was a difficult day, in a lot of ways, and I struggled a great deal with all of it. In the middle of that wide sea of darkness, while the storms raged all around, I had a few hours of peace, where the clouds cleared, revealing a beautiful, starlit sky, and I could see the far horizon, at the other end of it all. The hope of that vision was, I truly believe, what got me through the day.

You carved a few hours out of what was a very busy day for you, too, to sit with me beside the water and dream of our future. You held my heart with gentle hands and reminded me that storms pass, and that we have so much ahead of us, a future that you want as much as I do, something that I’ve so rarely experienced in my life. Though we were plagued occasionally by the curious sounds of phantom geese, it was still a rather perfect afternoon. You are so often my solace in the chaos and difficulty of life, and I hope very much that I am that for you, as well. What we are brings me peace, even when you can’t physically be with me, because you are always with me in my heart. I cannot wait for the day, the very real day soon, when you will be in my arms again, and for always. I love you, my sweet girl, truly and deeply.