Sonrise

I am watching the most exquisite sonrise that I will ever witness. It is perfect, wild, vast.

It is so beautiful, it moves me to tears.

I want to turn, to catch your eye and your hand. You’re meant to be here, to share this incredible moment.

But you’re not.

I never planned on raising children alone; your arms were supposed to be around us too.

You were supposed to be here, with us. To share the load in the tough times, to love us, to hold us, to protect us.

You were supposed to be here, to share these beautiful, intimate moments with our children. They are so funny, sweet, clever, remarkable.

You were supposed to be, but you couldn’t.

These kids are perfect, wild, vast. They are so beautiful, they move me to tears.

I am watching the most exquisite sonrise that I will ever witness.