You and I have some memories don't we? These past two years your hot waters surrounded my aching and ailing body frequently in the early hours of the morning. It was a wicked dance that you and I made. My body would wake me at 2 am and Jacob would carry me and lay me in your healing waters. It was our early morning ritual. As I lay here today surrounded once again by your liquid warmth I am angry and sad that this is how I spent the past 2 years. Heart rapidly beating, muscles tensing beneath my skin...."it wasn't all bad" my higher self quickly chimes in. Now flooded with memories of 2 naked girls splashing, playing, singing as I soaked my feet and scrubbed their little bodies. The water at my feet a milky brown from a day spent making mud pies in one unbelievably, amazing, family built mud kitchen. Little flower petals lighting on the surface of the rough waters that were washed from brown locks of hair. Wildflowers we planted to attract bees for our garden and make beautiful fairy crowns. Now this garden is an insect zoo with new discoveries daily. Yes, it wasn't all bad. One last soak, one last dance you and I tonight.