Growing ever older. I miss doing yoga with you baby girl. I miss your often incredible perspective. Your magic. The way you feel colours. The way you make your voice harmonise with your environment when you sing. I miss falling asleep with you, wearing one half of your body - a hand on my chest, a leg across my own - as you lay sprawled out across the bed. Always close, no matter how much space we have. There are so many things I miss about being with you, Alba. This is our now. There is a space in our togetherness. But our togetherness is still strong. I feel it every day, when I think of you. I feel it in our silly jokes, when we talk on the phone (Alba: 'Hey Papa. Imagine a cookie with a cookie inside it.' Me: 'Whoa. Hey Alba. Imagine a cookie with a cookie inside it, with another cookie inside THAT cookie.' Alba: 'And imagine a COOKIE with a cookie inside it and a cookie inside that cookie, and inside THAT cookie, there is a HIPPOPOTAMUS!' *laughter and disbelief* - so unexpected 😜😂).
I feel our love, baby, and on the other side of this great, healing, clearing storm of separation, is our love and light-filled Eden. You are my love, Alba. You are my heart made visible. ❤
Photo by Alba's talented mama, @fireandjoy