Cherish
NS September 13th, 2008
I hold her on my lap, in my arms, by my side, as I walk, even though she weighs heavily on the baby below. Her arms wrap around my neck, her sweet apple juice lips leaving wet rings on my cheek. I brush the hair from her eyes, look into the sparkling abyss of neverending devotion. She sighs, puts her head on my chest and says “I like Mummy.” The lump in my throat doesn’t allow me to reply but I’m sure she hears my soul sing out “I love you, I love you, I love you” as salty tears sting my eyes.
Soon, our twosome will become three and no longer will she be the sole occupant of my heart. So I drink her in, envelop her, cherish her, cling to her, awaiting with excitement and a bit of fear the great unknown, this great stranger within. I am ready as I’ll ever be but at the same time, don’t ever want to let go.
These really are the waiting days.
