Mystery fades. Sentiment grows. Love deepens, while the vastness we once felt becomes smaller.
Endless treasures that filled a whole room, are tucked inside a jewelry box that stands in the corner. A boost needed to perch on an impossibly high stool, is now given by me. The handmade doll house that once held a real living family, has become broken and tattered, while the ones within have not aged. And though the jungle of ivy has vined for two decades, it now seems only a fraction of what it once was.
But love…love is more evident and bigger than ever, and now the mystery belongs to my three.