We grow

With you, I grow.
Side by side.
You're just a sap.
I am too.
Different kinds.

You flourish in the sun and rain.
And I watch.

You dance.
You cry.
You smile.
You laugh.
I watch.

I laugh.
I smile.
I cry.
I dance.
And I flourish.
Without knowing it.
Because I am always watching you.

You are my pride and joy.
Sprouted from my seed.
My best buddy.
Smart.

Beautiful.

Fun.

You got my best leaves.

And your dad's roots and branches.

Your branches

are what I love best.

Because they fly in the wind.

I blinked.

And you went from a twig

to a full grown tree.

And now I feel small.

Smaller than ever

Because you are

such a greater tree than me.

You are strong.
Straight.
Courageous.
You are my joy.
And my light.

I grew
while watching you grow.
But your growth is
so much greater
than mine.
And that makes me feel
like a sap.
All over again.
Both kinds.

You are my joy.
I keep watching.
And waiting.
Until someday
you will have a sapling of your own.
And then my growth
will become even greater.

Because it will
not just be mine.
But yours.
And your sap's.
And we will all grow together.
Until we have a forest.

And our joy
will be one.
You and me,
we will be done growing.
But our saplings
we will watch.
Together.

And we will feel
so small.
As small as a seed.
But as small
as we feel,
we will know that
we have great power.
Power as huge as a forest.

Because there will be
so many saplings.

And we will watch.
And smile.
And laugh.
And dance.
And cry.

And grow.
Together.
Forever.


I love you Abigail. My darling darling young woman. You are such a joy to me. And I am so proud to be your mom and your friend.