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At the end of every day,
when the house goes quiet
and her laughter fades into sleep,
I step outside
and talk to the wind.

That’s where you are,
isn’t it?

I tell you how she smiled today—
missing her two front teeth,
but still lighting the whole damn room.
You’d have laughed.

I tell you how she scraped her knee
trying to ride without training wheels.
I held her while she cried,
and I whispered what you’d say:
"You’re tougher than you know, baby girl."

Sometimes, I tell you things
I can’t say to anyone else—
how I’m scared I’m not enough,
how I see you in her every day
and it wrecks me in the best and worst ways.

I told you when she made honor roll.
When she kissed my cheek
and called me her hero.
You’d be proud of her…
You’d be proud of me, I hope.

I even told you about the first boy
who made her blush—
God help him.

When she got sick,
I sat beside her bed
and begged you in silence
to keep her safe.
And when she opened her eyes,
I swear, I felt your hand on my shoulder.

I tell you when I lose it.
When the loneliness is louder
than her laughter.
When the walls feel too tight
and the silence feels like failure.

But most nights…
I just say thank you.
For giving me her.
For giving me the strength
to keep going.

She’s growing up fast.
Smarter than me,
braver than I deserve.
You’d love her stories.
You’d love her heart.

One day, I’ll tell her
how I talked to you every night.
How you were never really gone.
How her mama still walks these halls
in wind and memory.

Until then—
I’ll keep whispering
your name
into the breeze
that wraps around my chest
like your arms used to.

You’re still here.
You never left.

And I’ll keep you close
in every breath,
in every storm,
in every quiet
night of love.

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