Setting the scene…

Babygirl…

Sometimes, I just think about the simple things.

the scent of your hair as I sneak up behind you and wrap my arms around you, hands clasped between your navel and life's cradle of being… the feeling of your hand as you rest it on my arm… where your lips will naturally land as you twist a little to give me a kiss… under my chin? my cheek? will you feel safe and warm, there where you belong? comfortable and protected, like you were meant to be there? before you turn around in my arms, moving your hands to my shoulders and looking into my eyes… the quiet rhythm of your breath as you lean in to kiss me again…

Doll, we'll get there, I promise you. And I will be your home, your shelter, your protector when you need it and your advocate when you don't. And I will keep you there, cradled against me, always safe, always cherished, and always adored.

Forever your rock,
Me.