May it never stop washing over me. Drying you off after the bath each night and I remember all those lines of poetry waiting, wilting, wondering if I was insane to put all my hopes in you I didn’t know I’d ever meet.
And here I am towling your feet and you’re smiling at me.
We listen to the Wicked soundtrack during bathtime every night and Defying Gravity is playing. So I’m crying a little, because it’s a good song, and something about the lyrics of flying solo and free hits me. I chose a path to walk alone and it led me to you (I wasn’t alone, of course, not in the cradle of family and community . . . but I was ringless and far from the plans I had for my life a decade ago). Talk about closing my eyes and leaping.
You seem to like how passionate I’m getting mouthing the Defying Gravity lyrics. More smiles. Maybe someday you’ll sing along to those lyrics with me.
With Love,
Natalie