Thursday, September 02, 2010

Love.

It's agony; muscles and bones churning, writhing, contorting. And then, suddenly, he's handed to you. Small and whimpering, curling away from the unexpected cold, laid on your chest. You look at him and you know him; your heart leaps. You recognize him as yours. You wrap him up in your arms and hot tears burn in your eyes and the moment is suspended; like flowers blooming ultra fast while the background stays the same, set to the sound of a projector whirring. You break your gaze to turn to your husband, to let him in too, and time starts again. Quickly, catching up for all it missed, some kind of technicolor blur. You keep it in your heart like a locket; the silence, the stillness, the rush, the feeling that this is how it was always meant to be.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ahhhhhhhh! Beeba

monsemcfall@gmail.com said...

How poetically beautiful!!!

Anonymous said...

:) -kelly

Anonymous said...

beautifully said:) -laura

Bethany said...

Perfectly written... I felt it just the same...

jenna said...

hope you guys are doing well!