My Child Comma

sanding

My Child,

I spent almost all day yesterday sanding the floor of what will be your room. Beneath the carpet, we found some old wood flooring in pretty rough shape. So, we're preparing it for your arrival. Soon, we'll stain, we'll varnish, and watch the floor shine in anticipation of your arrival.

You'll have to excuse a couple spots on the floor. They almost appear gray. I think they are spots where furniture has scraped the floor in some time in the past. I like to think that such scars show age and experience. I like to think that these blemishes make the floor well qualified to walk upon and fall against.

I thought about the worst harm. This worst harm is that harm which we inflict on our selves. I still carry the guilt and consequences of the times I've hurt others. I carry the pain. I like to think that such scars show age and experience. I like to think that these blemishes make me well qualified to walk upon and fall against.

Somewhere in the midst of sanding that floor, I stopped, sat down on the floor, and watched as the sun descended somewhere beyond the window... somewhere beyond the West. They say there are mountains in the West - mountains that can reach up and touch the whiteness of the clouds. But, the mountains are jagged and pocked from erosion and experience. How extraordinary to experience so much... to touch the sky...

I thought about you. I thought about the skies you will touch.