I laid my daughter down to sleep tonight, just like every night. Tonight, something was different, so I laid my head down on the pillow, next to her's, and cuddled with her for a few moments. I began to cry. It was not a downpour, but more like a misting. Thank God that Trinity did not notice anything- I never want her to see me cry.
I do not know what is wrong with me, these days. Why am I so down? I was fine earlier today... what happened?
Trinity is the light at the end of my tunnel. When everything seems cold and barren, even in the middle of a Florida summer, Trinity always warms my heart, and helps me to see that everything is, as it should be.
I really feel like my emotions have been put in a blender and mixed up to the point of becoming one of those nasty fish-guts "milkshakes" that couples were dared to drink on an episode of that old show, Fear Factor. It is quite a disgusting analogy, but it is fitting.
I just want to move on.
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