Soft blonde bouncing curls frame a cherub face; soft and rosy cheeks, your ocean pools of eyes. Sparkling and smiling, your face tells your emotions in the same way your laughter does. A light tinkling or a deep guttural stop-my-breathing type of laughter. Your face shines and beams with each new discovery, treasure to be grasped and understood. Your reasoning no more solid than that of a bumblebee, bumbling from here to there trying to understand what it is you are supposed to do; yet you do it with a poise and grace that many yearn to achieve and for you, it’s effortless. Your very being encapsulated by the astounding aura that is you and only you. A mild perfection that is infectious to the world around you. A simple, tiny marvel of the universe within my grasp. A shining beacon of hope and growth, the love of my life.
Have you ever enjoyed your first cup of coffee and thought about how nice it was just to be alive? Normally, no, I don’t either but, today I am. It’s barely nine in the morning and I’m watching my daughter eat leftover popcorn and trying to sneak some to the dog. The sun beams in the window, softly illuminating the wisps of her hair and she’s laughing because she’s been caught. Sometimes if you’re not careful, these moments slip right on by, unnoticed.