Thursday, October 15, 2009
The man who lassos the moon again and again.
His arms reach as wide as the sky and as deep as the sea.
He leaves for work each day in a chorus, "Stay, Daddy! Daddy, can you stay home?" We wave until he is out of sight.
He makes our boy want to be a man, all courage and muscle. And our girls beg for lullaby in his arms. Daddy's long shadow encircles us with safety. And a view. Oh my. The whole world is good triumphing evil.
No wonder, a decade ago, this husband-man of mine parted the sea of possibilities.
Here's to ten years since we met!