Little Things

Its the little things. How your breathing slows when we’re together as if you’ve finally found rest. How It remains heavy even at a slow pace cause your sinuses are always pushing you to work harder then the next person. It’s like even your body knows that you can’t resist working hard. You have goals. More goals than you have space to write down and yet somehow you seem to always check them off the list. Your aspirations are such an inspiration and it’s hard not to want to be better for you. It’s hard not to feel forced to think of the future because I wouldn’t want to be the one that slows you down despite trying to hold you down.

You’re like a security blanket. Something about being wrapped up in you makes me feel safe. The way I fit into your empty spaces keeps us puzzled together and it amuses me how your tummy is a pillow and I can easily make a bed out of your leg. And oh how you care. You have feelings and although sharing them isn’t your favorite thing to do you can always see the concern in your eyes. It’s like there’s different meanings to quiet with you and somehow without ever uttering a word I can feel your emotions during each stage of silence. It’s as if the absence of sound is what speaks for you. You’ve even developed a code for "hmmm". The speed and duration of each "hmm" means something different.

Your a "fixer". You spend hours trying to repair everything but yourself and it’s fine cause I’ll fix you. And I don’t say that to mean that you’re broken, only to say that I will be your mirror. I will allow you to see yourself in me and while you strive to makes things better I will project those same efforts back onto you. Despite being half your size I promise to do my best to be your equal. I’ll take half the load so that you can carry me on your shoulders instead cause two heads are better than one and sometimes I get tired of running to keep up with your walking. Even when you decide you need a break I’ll never be afraid to be put down because you’ll always come back to lift me up. No matter how much attitude conjure up while standing you never cease to be understanding cause you know it’s all out of love and frustration. I’ve come to the realization that it’s the little things. These are the forces pushing me to come back time and time again.

Daydreaming,

Daph the little one