in the middle of life

last night my daughter put her arms around me and said: i am the luckiest girl in the world to have the two of you as my parents. i looked into her innocent eyes, felt the touch of her arms, and a feeling i can never quite describe filled me. before i said what i said the words wrote themselves out inside me: we are the luckiest parents on earth to have you as our kid; whatever life has taken away from me, by giving you to me it has given all of that back and more.
my previous post might make you think i'm mad at the world, i'm actually still feeling so good about what the offspring said and our exchange. i feel successful in the sense of the bengali word: sharthak, with meaning. my life is with meaning. there are some things that are real, permanent, immanent, and transcendant all at once. last night i had a glimpse of that. i do wish you get your share of it;
maybe you already have, then i wish you more.