Dear Avie,
The birds are chirping outside my window.
I stepped out to listen to their tune.
The wind is blowing.
I try and shy away from the wind.
I can’t hide from the bitter chill of the cold.
I need to face it.
I need to stay strong.
Will I find warmth after the wind is gone?
I am able to see through your eyes.
I want to be curious.
Childlike.
I have the potential to see it all.
A new way of life.
Even though you are not in sight.
You are next to me.
You will keep me warm.
Xoxo-Mommy
