She is bursting towards me, running with alacrity, screaming. Her eyes are glimmering with excitement and her lips are shaped into a wild grin and there is a familiar thud, thud, thud of her little feet against the floor. Then she reaches me and starts climbing – her hands on my thighs, then my chest, then my face. She leans in, mouth open, gives me a kiss. And for a second, she rests her head on my shoulder, her hair against my neck, her cheek upon my collarbone.
THIS, I find myself thinking as she stirs again, this is love. This, right here, right now, this moment. This is the greatest love that ever was, that ever will be.
She is snorting as she falls into a deep slumber. Her eyelids are heavy and her limbs are relaxed and a whisper of a smile graces her lips. She breathes in and out, slower and longer, and the quiet overtakes us. We lay there, she and I, her legs tangled up in mine, her belly pressed against my own, as she dreams. There is laundry to be folded, I know, as well as lots of other pending stuff. But it’s warm and peaceful on the sun-kissed sheets, so I close my eyes and soon we are dreaming together.
THIS, I find myself thinking as we wake up peering into one another’s eyes, this is love. This, right here, right now, this moment. This is the greatest love that ever was, that ever will be.
He is greeting her, saying HI BABY, as he wakes up with us. She is standing, bouncing up and down on her very stable legs, squealing with anticipation. PA! PAAAAAA! She is shrieking, PA! PAAAAAA! and she is grabbing my fingers, pulling me forward, thrusting one foot in front of the other, propelling herself like a rocket while my fingers support her. He hugs her, holding her tight, and showering her with sugar. Then he looks at me and smiles.
THIS, I find myself thinking as I watch her giggle in his arms, this is love. This, right here, right now, this moment. This is the greatest love that ever was, that ever will be.
She is heavy in my arms, wriggling about, fussing and twitching and squirming angrily. I know she´s tired. I have learnt to understand her secret codes. She is whimpering unhappily, patting at my leg, looking in my eyes and asking me to feed her. I sigh and go get her baby bottle. Soon she is asleep and we can call it a day. Dreaming of carrying my heart in my arms the next morning.
THIS, I find myself thinking as we go back to our office to start working again, this is love. This, right here, right now, this moment. This is the greatest love that ever was.
The greatest love that ever will be.
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