Night after day, day after night.
White after black, black after white.
Fight after peace, peace after fight.
Life after death, death after life
Lyrics from Opposites by Eric Clapton
I wrote a post about a wonderful outing with my daughter this week, and where I ended up sending her a close-up image of my nipple, and where, within several seconds she edited the image, and showed me what she had done.
“See, the ball looks like a drop of water.”
I smiled, and in that moment realized that we have set a giant step, a step back to a mother-daughter relationship where we can share a bit more of intimate details with each other – something I hadn’t thought would ever happen again.
The image below is not the one she edited, but it’s close to what she had done that day…
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