There exists a time in a place that you dance, spin and laugh. You run and play while I follow closely behind. I ask you questions I know the answer to just to hear your soft voice reply “yes”. You grab Dylan’s tail and giggle and say Daddy until I give you my undivided attention. I hold your hand as you climb the slide and yell “WEEEEE” all the way down as you look to see what’s next.
You frolic in the grass with not a care across your mind and you gather me up a hand full of dirt. We pretend to watch t.v. in your imaginary houses as we stay motionless until one of us moves. Buckled in your car seat smothering Goldfish in your face, you little arm is engulfed in the shiny white bag. No clothes, no dress, no cute little shorts… Princess nightgown is selection of choice regardless of time.
As night time draws near I can feel the anxiety of sleep. Which books are on request tonight as I put you to bed. I will read to you forever even if it’s Goodnight Moon for the 5 thousandth time. Your eyelids become heavy with each passing word, soon your asleep with your blanket in tow.
This time in a place exists in my mind daily until you are near. These thoughts pacify my mind as one day closer you are to being in my arms again.