to my child I love

My beloved child! The breeze of this spring gave good news of a good age. In the grace and mercy of God, the most tender story of my time, the sweetest narration of my language and I am grateful for this good fortune. Your blessed presence fills me with joy and delight, until after many years I pick up a pen again and return to the embrace of my notebooks. And to write about the feelings of all the elements of my being that cannot be described. How beautiful is the feeling that covers my every fiber, every thought and remembrance and every moment of my day and night. Sometimes I am full of excitement like a fire. Sometimes like water full of peace and assurance. Sometimes I am full of logic and confidence like soil and sometimes like the wind, chaotic and restless. I review the cycle of my life with myself over and over again. How impatient I am as a child and how impatiently enthusiastic. I am eagerly waiting and patiently waiting. I am patiently restless and the child is restless. What an impatient child and ....