Monday, March 10, 2008
In an Instant, Everything Changes
January 21 at 11:30 P.M.
One minute, I'm writhing in the most agonizing pain known to woman-kind, my body taking over the task of expelling a human against my will; the next minute, there is a living, breathing, screaming baby on my chest, wet and sticky with life.
She is beautiful and I am in love. I think about her all the time, whether we are apart or together. I want to hold her constantly, feeling her soft skin against mine. I stroke her soft, fine hair, twirling it between my fingers like a lover.
This love, it isn't instantaneous but a gradual creeping that becomes utterly overwhelming.
This love, it is intense and all consuming.
This love. It is worth everything.