22.6.07
Reflection
Water runs down his body in glistening beads as he emerges from the pool. Tanned golden skin continuously sliding across the rippling backdrop of taut muscles, every one defined as if etched in marble. He pulls at the bright orange water wings that wrap around his upper arms and shakes water out of his dark blond hair. Watching him with identical blue eyes is a girl with a halo of white gold hair sitting on a deck chair nearby. She laughs as he dances in front of her and makes silly sounds. Water sparkles scattering brilliant shards of the late afternoon sun and I marvel as I watch them that such perfect bodies were born of mine; were once inside of me and are intimately connected to me. I feel that I could become addicted to this mystery, this miraculous privilege of bearing life. I wonder how it could even occur to me to complain about my role in such a breathtaking creation. I pray to be worthy of such an honor as this.
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I agree....it sure does boggle my mind when I look at my two absolutely GORGEOUSLY perfect children, one with dark brown eyes, one with a mix of every colour between grey, through blue, with green, to brown, changing as you go from pupil to the outside, both with perfect little freckles on their noses and cheeks, and smiles that could melt a stone's heart. :)
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful to read.
ReplyDeleteI agree....it sure does boggle my mind when I look at my two absolutely GORGEOUSLY perfect children, one with dark brown eyes, one with a mix of every colour between grey, through blue, with green, to brown, changing as you go from pupil to the outside, both with perfect little freckles on their noses and cheeks, and smiles that could melt a stone's heart. :)
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