Friday, 13 August 2010
This summer, I've lain for hours with my boy beneath the bending boughs of the apple tree, watching him as he watches the world.
I've seen his eyes follow the leaves overhead, and I've watched the wind roll through his hair. I've watched him blink as sunbeams break through the branches and noticed the shadows dapple his skin.
I've stroked the smooth curve of his cheek and listened to the babbles that fall from his lips.
I've sung to him, read to him, smiled at him, tickled him, played with him, laughed at him, cuddled him, and marvelled over and over again at the perfection of his tiny form and the miracle of his existence.
I hope that my future holds many more people that I can love as deeply and fiercely as John, but I doubt that I will ever again have the opportunity to be so wholly absorbed in a single, separate life.
This is the blessing of the firstborn and this is a secret bond that I will cherish forever.