of candlelight winked at us, and the delicate pink dogwood
branches bowed to us from tall crystal vases.
excited conversation peppered the ballroom like champagne
bubbles, for this was a joyous occasion celebrating the season's
young debutantes. the two most precious ones belonged to us.
my brother in law bemoaned the fleeting childhood of our daughters,
and i took a sip of water to give myself a moment to blink back hot
tears. one minute, we are their world, and the next, the world is their
oyster. . . and we are just the sand.
having passed through this valley four times before, though, i tried to
comfort us both with the knowledge that while the pulling away is
painful, it makes the reunion sweeter.
love,
lea
"do not hide your face from me when i am in distress."
psalm 102:2
