Welcome To Your New, Beautiful Life

I came home from work

my first night alone in a new city

I turned the key into the lock(s) 

and stepped with my right foot first,

into my new home

and,

there it was...

my dad.

my wonderful

thoughtful

never ceases to surprise and amaze me

dad.

he covered every wall corner with welcome home signs

he left me a piece of emerald green sea glass from the coastline of New England

and scalloped shells from each shoreline of the east

speckled feathers from birds that once flocked together

and three little monkeys who

see no evil

hear no evil

and

speak no evil.

reminder notes that only a dad who loves his daughter could get away with leaving-

get a whisk broom

 and another waste bin

remember to lock the bathroom windows

tools are in the top drawer.

i know

i am

a very

lucky daughter.

he makes every meaningful moment

 more magical.

the best sign of the bunch?

penned on a broken down cardboard box,

that held my clothes

and special things

so safely

as they journeyed across the plains and over mountains,

past rivers and valleys

and trees big and tall...

"Welcome

 to Your

 Beautiful

New

Life..."

I couldn't have said it better myself Dad.

Looking at the moon, and thinking of home.

I love you.

xo