and i look at my daughter, a culmination of our love. the result. she has her mother’s eyes and my curly hair and cheeky smile. she is ours. and yet, when i look at her i see something so alien. as if there is no way she is real, no way that i played a part in creating such a being. she was beamed down from the heavens and we were simply lucky to receive her. she is speaking to me, trying to, her small hands flying through the air as she explains the thoughts within her brain.
tears begin to well within my eyes and i do not know why.
i look at my wife, this woman who has loved me far longer than i have deserved to be loved. in this moment, i am whole. our daughter, an enigma, a star, babbles beneath my feet as that is all she knows how to do and my wife - loves. she loves through her eyes and her smile and the brush of her hand against mine. she notices the tears within my eyes, she always does. but i simply shake my head and smile. this feeling, this life i now have, does not feel like mine. not because i do not want it but because i wanted it for so long. and now i have it. how does one come to grips with the fact that they have what they want? how does one come to grips with the fact that they are loved - fully, unconditionally, despite the ugly flaws that claw at your skin?
you must simply let yourself be loved and love in return. you must simply witness the greatness of every moment and remember you may lose it.