My fellow mermaids and I are on quest; a rather epic journey - life.
Today we snuggled in bed together - such a gentle way to greet day's new light.... warm bodies cocooned under sheets softened by age and use and memories. The drought finally breaks to welcomes the comforting sound of morning rain drops against the windows and we share the conversation with the cadence of their falls.
"Daddy let us dance in the rain and drink drops from the sky - can we do that today."
"Yes, my loves, yes."
"Mama, do you know where daddy died?"
"Baby, we are not sure he is dead. He might be, but he may still be alive. No one knows for sure what happened to daddy."
"I know. He is dead. The little daddy in my tummy told me our big daddy died. That's why I have been sad lately. I know him is dead."
I smooth her errant curls, pull her a bit closer to me, and breathe the sweet smell of the moment. And appreciate the gift to be found in losses shared.
