Several of my favorite writers have posted about love lately....some sapphic, some romantic, some hot and some philosophical.
They all have different things to say, some of them conflicting, some of them enchanting, but all of them valid and all of them interesting.
A perspective to be added...
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....it is watching him as his chest rises and falls with each breath, at 3pm, in a tent, on warm July 2nd, knowing that his tiny body has crashed into a much needed break, despite putting up valiant fight. Pale skin, dirty fingernails, bug bites, a tangle of blond hair stuck against his forehead, each curl a story, each speck of dirt an adventure.
...it is curling my whole body around his, even though I am not a cuddler... so I can protect him, but for a moment, against all of the world's jerks. I look at his perfect porcelain skin and marvel, almost out loud, at its softness, because I am sure that his cheek is something the poets could write about. Curled around him, I wonder what he dreams about and how he will remember this vacation. Will he remember the campfire? the evil sleeping bag? the bug bites? the marshmallows or the sparklers? Will he remember any of it?
...it is questioning whether the universe has ever made anything more beautiful than his tiny body and knowing that my blindness disallows me from acknowledging this question with anything other than a resounding NO. For this moment, he is perfect, I am perfect and he is the reason the world spins on its axis.
Monday, July 04, 2011
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I miss afternoon naps. It was always a time when I could take those moments and be greedy with the boys, breathing their scent and cuddling them close. They're too busy most of the time now for that. Which is great, actually, but sometimes I still get nostalgic for their babyhood.
This was a lovely post. I got a very clear & immediate picture in my mind when I read it.
thanks H! I know this time is fleeting, I think it's maybe why I am appreciating it more these days.
Beautiful post...
Thanks Stephen
Wonderful. Perfect.
thank you Misty, you have boys...I am sure you can relate.
Beautiful. So true.
I sometimes wonder if I'll burst wide open with love because my body just can't contain it any longer. And then I hope that I feel the same way when they're teens.
Ahh. This is lovely.
Aw! Seriously. There is NO love like that.
Great post.
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