I miss.
As the girls grow and do amazing things I feel the loss. I feel the loss when I have this exploding excitement inside and I want to share how amazing these girls are, with, someone. Someone who understands that feeling that wells up inside of you. Pride, excitement, joy, happiness at an elemental level.
And that felling passes. And there is a sense of an experience that wants to be shared and can’t. A frustration, a feeling of disappointment. A feeling of wanting.
“Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can’t go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I’m painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It’s time that you won“
Falling Slowly
Glen Hansard