Families

I am in my daughter's room, laying on her princess bed realizing I spent over seven hours in her closet.  People don't understand my satisfaction in a job well done and every thing in its place... and how long its been since things have had a home.

You see, this place is all I have, and all I hold dear.  All chaos the world rains upon me finds shelter within this home.. and I find peace in each mated sock.  I have touched every inch of where I am, and can navigate these walls in the dark.. and find solace in that.

To have spent a life in disarray with no solid ground ... I can't control how I grew up... and the faces of people I don't know grow dim.

I paint a world for my child that begins here and now, and not by choice.  I can't make anyone love us though.

Family is a treasure that I do not share a past with.  All I have is now, and our future.  And I smile at my good fortune in knowing what is worth keeping.