The Bim and I met eight years ago today. It may be a little tarnished, but the story is still a good one.
All day it niggles away at me. What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? I ask. My heart is heavy, my thoughts are sad. And then, blinking back tears at traffic lights on my way to pick up Anna-mouse from school, I remember.
The Bim sends me a text: 8 yr ago 2day. If I knew then what I know now, I'd still go 2 that bus stop.
Would I still go? I ask myself.
I listen to his good-humoured ramblings as he stays for a cup of tea while Anna-mouse and I eat supper. Later, after he has gone, I gather her pyjama-ed body up to mine for a last cuddle before bed. Would I?
Yes. Yes, I would.
Friday, March 12, 2010
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5 comments:
None of us can see the sense in the paths life takes us on. But Anna-mouse is more than a reason to re-visit that bus stop.
Thinking of you.
xx
Of course. x
I know you would Livvy - if only for Anna-mouse but... are the happy times worth the pain he caused?
Take care xxx
Sending love and thinking that getting a small person who makes such beautiful Valoom's Day cards does, indeed, make the heartache worth it. Hoping it subsides though, soon soon xxx
I'm so glad you came to that conclusion Livvy. And I agree with you. For all the pain, think of what was gained and how lovely your daughter is!
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