4/27/2024

“I’m really glad you exist”

The sand storm settled

My eyes sweep across the horizon

I take in it’s stillness….

But, something in me shifted in that moment

I turned to meet his gaze

Part of me was thinking he might of been referring to someone else… to something else

There’s a mark on my soul

Like the soft spot on a newborn’s head

Meant to be protected so that it heals…

I carry the mark of a missed step

I’ve been playing his words over and over in my head

Over and over the feelings moves through my veins

I am wanted

Wanted by him

I know he loves me. I know because I feel it

But more than that, he sees the scars and open wounds

Without even understanding he chooses to accept them graciously

He finds them loveable and he doesn’t miss a moment to let me know

He fidgets using my hands

He requests my compression hugs and rests his head in my lap

He demands to be around me…

I’d be missed by him if I didn’t in fact, exist