I guess we all try to hold onto things longer than we should. Sometimes we have to be willing to let go, so what comes next can be realised.
Monday, April 20, 2009
For the last seven days, a thin string of flesh held the tooth fairy at bay. We could not convince Logan to let us pull the floppy stalagmite. Anticipation of the spritely visitor, overrode by fear of pain and the unknown. Food forced around into his cheeks to be chewed safely so not to disturb or cause undue stress. A finger, his tongue, even a wet towel poked and prodded, twisted and turned and just when we thought it would have to be forcibly removed, finally...