- she never says thank you
- she tends to leave substances on my clothes
- she doesn't understand, "mom's time for herself" time
- she restricts my social life
- she hurt A LOT coming out
- she cries sometimes for no apparent reason
- she can't carry on a decent conversation
- she must be fed. even at night when I'm sleeping
- she didn't come with a "pause" button
- she passes gas, without discretion I might add, in public
So, why do I love her? Why can I look at her for hours at a time? Why do I love to wake her up in the morning? Why do I stoop to making ridiculous faces to get her to smile?
Because she is. Because she is harvest - she put skin on the love I have for Ben. She is part of me, but wholly other. She carries with her the hope of our families, the prayer we have for the future. I love her because she is ours, and so utterly lost without us. I love her with a deep compassion for someone totally unable to defend herself. I love her with the delight of watching a mystery wake up. I love her in awe. In her is the story, darkened with each telling, of beauty lost and desire twisted. In her is the echo of a Father's "come home," of a redemption paid dearly, for her. She is alive here because of my strength and will some day be strong for me. I love Addison because I can't not love her.