Saving the daylights out of me.

You can stand outside any given house on any given block on any given Saturday and speculate on the goings-on inside. The moon may be waxing or waning, the air may be cool or stifling. No matter. It is only when you are invited in that the thoughts that are mere silhouettes in your mind begin to form more solid shapes…

There’s a mom in there. A daughter or two. Now three. Cats with idiosyncrasies. They all bounce so eloquently off of one another that you think you’re at a tennis match on Amelia. Before Sabatini left the game. Before the game died. A smile. A glance. A smirk. A laugh. A real laugh. A jestful jab. A retaliation. A hug. A loving listen. A curious outsider. Wondering all the while what it would truly feel like to belong. To belong somewhere. To fit in. To find that comfortable niche on the globe. To see herself in the eyes of another. Like these folks do. Blood relatives. Connected. Now and forever. To know the feeling of true pride a mother has for her children just by catching a glimpse of her loving gestures. They’re saving the daylights out of me. And there is no trade fair enough in this era or past, that could equal this gift. And already so grateful, I feel.

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