When I returned home from work today the children were back.
They have been away for a week with Kitten's parents and that has given us time to get things on an even keel here, not just from the perspective of my health but to get some balance back into our own relationship. It is easy for love to be tainted by disease but it can soon be dusted off.
Love between two human beings is a special commodity and has its own path and journey which, for many these days is enough. If it is harnessed, worked at and endured it provides a chalice that is always plentiful to drink from.
For many, including us, children take that love and break it down into the music of it. Just as music, children are a gift that allows us to touch our feelings in a way beyond words and normal experience. Children are a creation of our love and a personification of our union and show us aspects of ourselves which we are already familiar with and also things that we have never noticed, or have even denied.
What they do in day to day life is rattle around the house making noise and disturbance in a beautifully uninhibited way which can be memorisingly poetic or completely frustrating in equal measure.
Regardless of what they do they crystallise the love into a family.
The timing of their return is perfect for me. This morning I wrote of feeling as if I am back on my feet and the children have returned with their metaphorical musical pots and pans. It's a noisy brand; there's no suspicion of Vivaldi's "The Four Seasons" but it is their music and ours to share and it only serves to remind me that everything that you love or desire is worth working for.
Nb. My goddaughter "Roxy" is now overdue and should be issuing forth her eagerly awaited compostion very shortly! Come on Roxy; everyone is waiting.
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