All those feelings and thoughts fade away to get home and see my wife getting bigger, a sign that my baby is growing. The tenderness that makes me see her bulging belly and her serene face is unimaginable. I thought I had already squeezed all the tenderness that he could (and what is missing when you in my arms to the tiny fruit of our love). That's why I'm happy on Fridays. The day passes slowly, the wait is long, but always comestime to be home and spend two full days with her. I know the time of being alone is being finalized and would be foolish not to want to use it. If that makes me mandilón in the eyes of members of the herd, so be it. I know what I have to do and there is nothing that convinces me otherwise.
in fact I started writing because I have anxiety ... and want them to be 6:30.
freakin'beast see ya on sunday ...
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