I cannot believe in a few days you will be 6 years old already! It isn’t a milestone. Stones are as different as the memories we gather. It is you. Yours. It is the string of days that you made magic. The mother you conjured from air. The love the world cannot help. Stroking your buttery baby forehead to sleep, Breathless. The times you were the only crack of light to my dark. The way you taught yourself before we could get to you. The moment your laughter filled the air.  The way nothing you say is irrelevant. The way your walk is more than a dance. The way you LOVE. It is every detail of you, the chords and quirks and possibilities. Oh, sweet girl, what is it that i have to say to you? That you make me notice, that it is now, it is our past, it is something i held but have forgotten, and it is…everything. As you are.This is what every deep in love mother feels. distilled. every breath is new. a miracle to which we forget to bow down. Then, struck by lightning when we stand up forgetting, burning to our core.You ride your scooter around in the loop of our crazy, broken in pieces house. Every time around, a year, a stab, a wave of your breeze. never still, always inner still. Just like the infant you were. Serenity in motion. You force anything into making sense. Unarmed but impossible to refuse. The gentlest and most powerful person i know.You are seeing me be such a human being these days. Missing nothing, forgiving every swing cut through the air. Your eyes get bigger, dilated like the moon, and you can see in my dark. Even when we are hints of shadows we only need to reach out our fingers at night.. Know that i know this is all a perfect wave receding: it will pull us under; another will come, a new shape, a different curve, and wash us on to a new place down the shore. I already imagine looking for your blanket, shielding my eyes against the salty sun, wondering how everything can move when we seem to stand still.The world changes with our feet planted in the sand. So better to run along with it, trying to beat the train against all reason. You prove it to me, against MY reason. My reason that is so tangled in worries and past and knowledge that things go south faster than our next breath.But things rise out of dark soil, too. You did. You leaped. You bloomed. You changed the color of my time here You taught me to laugh in the darkest of times.. It is all dusk, it is all bearable, it is all pure. I believe again in the new day you bring. I can smell its heavy blossoms in the wet air. Thank you my dear... For blessing me with 6 beautiful years of you.Credits:Two Tiny Turtles:Remember Those Days Vol 8Live Each MomentHeather Joyce:The Grade School