Day Twenty-Eight

A willingness to forgive, to be less strong, and to be flexible, is what it takes to love. She's worth it to me. At only five months, we're still trying to fit in each others skins. She tries me on, I'm stubborn, prideful, and a bit of a baby. I slip into her being, and she's moody, quick to anger, and doesn’t like to be teased. But then, while wearing me, she suddenly feels kindness, caring, and an ability to be soft. And I, wrapped in her, suddenly sense an overwhelming love for the less fortunate; a sparkle in the eye when I see the beautiful complexity of a child, and a forgiveness that I never knew existed.