Archive for October 21st, 2011

Dear Edan,

It is almost to late to begin to retain all the memories. To be fair, it is unquestionably too late. But there are some I have written, stashed on post-its and calendars, some will never leave my mind’s eye, some are gone to time and tears, but those memories I can not see, I can certainly still feel, still recall. Your tiny feet in the palm of my had, the way you relentless kicked me before you were born, my lust for strawberry anything and your endless love now for the same. There are memories I feel, feel more vivid than I could hope to see. And while you sleep, safely guarded by your teddy bear, I loose focus.

My eyes are blurred, distorted from the natural magnifying elements of the water that floods them. I love you, and long ago, ok, not so long ago, but long enough ago, I should of done this. They say better late than never (of course they say too little to late also) so I suppose you can decide. Here goes nothing