The Gift Of Love

She lay there silently, his head resting comfortably on her chest, her arms wrapped securely but gently around him. She watched his every breath, the gentle inhale and exhale of the life that coursed through him. It was mesmerizing to her and she was in awe, star struck and in love. It was a complete love, unbending and gentle. His very life completed her in a way that no other could. She knew, in her heart that every beat was now for him, every action that she would take from this moment in time forward would be about him, his life and his success.

She had waited for what seemed like a lifetime for him, for this kind of love. She waited through the seasons, listened to the fall winds as they rustled through the leaves knocking them to the ground; watched as the snow covered the ground and chilled her through to her bones; she saw the changes as spring came upon the land and the Daffodils popped up through the ground. And on that day, just before the spring turned to summer, just before the seasons of her life would again change he appeared, almost on cue and he encompassed her. His life wrapped around hers and hers wrapped around his, each shielding the other from all the negativity in the universe.

It wasn’t in the least bit oppressive, she thought at first it might be, that this type of love would overwhelm her; demand more than she was capable of giving. But the universe had aligned itself and in this moment she knew, knew that she had more to give than she had ever imagined, that this love was raw and pure and that it grew with each breath he took as she laid there with his head on her chest. She snuggled down into his warmth, content with her life and happy with her position. Knowing that she was changed, different and yet content with the newness of it all and that there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him.

She finally understood what so many had said to her over the years, she got it now and that fact amazed her. She hadn’t gotten it before, never understood how love could be innocent and pure, that it could make a difference and change a life, her life and his. But she knew now and she was overwhelmed by emotion. A small tear formed in her eye, a tear of happiness and joy, one that was unlike others that she had shed in her life, for this tear formed around a smile and a light heart. She felt her heart beating for the first time and realized that in all the years before it had merely pounded, ached for something.

The aching was gone, replaced by this love she felt. She knew that she would make a difference in this life and in the world, for this was the beginning of a new season in her own life. As she watched him begin to stir, waking up from where ever he had gone to while his eyes were closed, she knew what a gift she had been given in him and that somehow she would always manage to honor that gift. And she pulled him just a little closer to her, gently reaching down to kiss his forehead, taking into her senses his cry and his sent, for this little man that lay upon her was more a part of her than any human had ever been. He was her child and through him coursed both of their lives.

“The heartbeat of another human life should always be guarded and loved, for no one knows at the moment of birth what that life shall become. When we leave the infant heart unattended and un-nurtured we also leave our future unguarded.” (me 2012)

Thank you B. Willing James for the music today.