Sunday 06 AUGUST 2017
For fourteen years now you are my partner in all things. The odd thing is you are the voice (and the force) of reason and I am your wild charge. Until those moments when I lose my nerve. Then you take my hand, pump it three heartbeats and whisper telepathically, “Jump, Mom. I’ll come with you.” And I do. And you do. And we turn into freebirds gliding for days on a single thermal, swooping past each other in turns. Eventually we get tired and you find us a perch. When we stop, our hearts racing, you can’t wait to tell me about something you saw. “Tell me more,” I say, “I want to see it too,” because I want to see you. And you do. And I do.
…on your fourteenth birthday.