A little note to my daughters, slowly turned into a six page letter. Addressed and close to my chest I held it tight.
With closed eyes and an open heart, I prayed.
Hard and long enough until I my words engulfed around each letter scripted.
Strokes equaling letters,
equaling voids still left on paper that will never be just the right words to make everything right and everything okay.
To trust I’ve taught them enough to get through the bumps, get up after the falls and reach out when others tumble.
Is nothing but difficult.
It’s mad world.
But it’s faith that carries me through.