Thursday, April 9, 2015

A Little Girl's Room

It's a shitty day and nothing seems to go right.

All the news gets worse so I try to shut my brain off to not get anymore.

As the sun sets I find solitude in a black bean bag chair full of colorful stuffed animals in a little girl's room.

Pink walls are adorned with butterflies, purple curtains, giant posters of cats, several hundred dolls and lots of original art.

Her beds made because I made it and it looks good with it's purple spread and pink sheets.

Cassidy is a master of unmaking a bed but I do not believe she could make one to save her life.

Not that it needs saving.

At 8 ... she knows everything and if you disagree with her she'll simply say, "I don't get it" ... like it's your problem and not hers.

She loves me in the morning ... stumbling out of bed ... blond hair askew ... wrapped in her pink blankie ... she comes to me and I pick her up and I kiss her forehead.

She smiles and breaths a Dragon's breath.

I ask what she wants for breakfast, already knowing the answer ... her Mom's I-Pad ... so I drop her on her bed as she beams herself into another Universe until I demand she actually eat breakfast.

"I love you Micheal," she says in her little girl way and ... all the love I've ever known in my life explodes in that moment.

You can never have enough love in life.

I think about that on a shitty night.

And though Cass is away, I'm falling in love with her room ... her creativity and genius ... reminding me of Chelsea ... my adult daughter who's also an artist.

Sarah says something I don't hear so I jump out of the black bean bag chair into the kitchen that I also love ... because my wife made it so special ... like the rest of our home.

And as we discuss bad news, I find myself so grateful for having gotten to this point in my life.

Later ... in the middle of the night, with an almost full moon illuminating the waves breaking on the shore ... I return to black bean bag chair ... and thank God.