She Sees Me Writing

Today, "beautiful" is sitting next to my daughter and writing at the same time. She knows I’m a writer I’ve told her but she never sees me writing, because until recently, we hadn’t learned how to be together without being completely tuned into each other. Admittedly, she’s wearing earphones plugged into an iPad, watching Clifford, so it’s not like she’s crocheting contentedly while mama expresses herself but who cares, we’re together, each happy, our bodies happy for the proximity, each doing our own thing.

This is day 31 in my year of writing about beauty. Astute readers will note that it has been several weeks since I last wrote. As I've said before: I'm trying with this daily writing thing, but it isn't easy! I'm not giving up, though...