I stand with you at the edge of today. I softly brush your hair. You invitingly lean your head into my hand. I look at you smiling as always.
We look forward to tomorrow and all the tomorrows yet to come. We see nothing, a blank page followed by another and another. Tomorrow is yet to be written but if it is like our yesterdays, I look forward to all the tomorrows with no fear or reservation.
Tomorrow may be a good day. Tomorrow may be a bad day. Either way, I want to experience it, and all those yet to come, with you. No matter how bad of a day it could be…it would be worse without you. No matter how good of a day it could be it becomes a great day next to you.
When you are ready, take my hand and we will take that step into tomorrow. I promise I will not let your hand go. It will be held tightly to let you know I am here and will always be.
