my little one, first born, my young lady, my dream child: you’ve turned six in the midst of the chaos of your brother’s lost teeth. i am so sorry my love that it has been so horrible. if i could take it all, i would. you are the shine in my eyes, you are the curve of my smile, the gentle pause between each beat of my heart. i hold you and it is as if i am renewed, i am reborn, i am here, at last. you bring me down to earth little one, you bring life to this old weary ghost.