The difference between the three of you is mostly this: I know her. I do not know you.
This wouldn’t surprise me so much if I wasn’t a ‘dog person’, if I wasn’t so used to my dependents remaining constant over the years. Josephine now is just the same as the Josephine that I pulled out of the shelter in Greece, with whom I drove home through the snow – albeit with a haircut and a few more tricks. But you, every day you surprise me. Every day you do something that makes me realise how rapidly you are changing, learning, growing. You are barely the same people as the newborns that were placed in my arms; those newborns are lost forever.
Yes, I was aware of this but only in the abstract. I didn’t realise that so much of loving you would involve grieving you. The babies that are here today, that are gone tomorrow. I’m never quite ready for every new stage.
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