Post by jmmb on Jul 24, 2007 9:59:53 GMT -5
The first time I truly knew the word love was when, surrounded by tubes and wires and blinking light, my son lay so peacefully on my chest. The chaos of the hospital faded and in all the world there lay just my son and I.
Today my second child lies sleeping in my arms. His face is a picture of angelic peace. His lashes barely skim his cheeks. His breath rises and falls as certainly as the sun rises and sets. In him there is no anger or retribution. There is no hurry or fear. In him lies only love and trust.
And when he wakes, his eyes will sparkle and his laughter will erupt and the world will be more vibrant. But this now is a gentle peace.
Today my second child lies sleeping in my arms. His face is a picture of angelic peace. His lashes barely skim his cheeks. His breath rises and falls as certainly as the sun rises and sets. In him there is no anger or retribution. There is no hurry or fear. In him lies only love and trust.
And when he wakes, his eyes will sparkle and his laughter will erupt and the world will be more vibrant. But this now is a gentle peace.